In Pieces (Unethical #1)

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D espite having treated half the skiers and snowboarders who train there, working down the street, and growing up just across town, I’ve never actually seen Blue Pike.

Even after bypassing the turnoff to work, calling Courtney to bump my morning appointments, and driving into the parking lot at the base of the mountain, I’m still trying to convince myself to turn the car around.

I shouldn’t be here. After months of struggling to keep Delta at arm’s length, not even twenty-four hours of knowing she’s upset has sent me right over yet another line I shouldn’t.