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The thought of Dragon getting naked with Tracy—or taking Tracy to bed, not to mention Bud—affects me in a way I don’t expect.

I wouldn’t call it jealousy exactly. But I definitely don’t like the idea.

“Let’s get you a drink,” Teddy says.

For an instant, I consider whether I should be drinking. Maybe I should be setting a good example for Dragon.

But you know what? He’s my roommate, not my ward. He’s an addict, and he has to deal with that himself. He’s the one who wanted to come here. Now that Tracy knows he’s an addict, she most likely won’t try to sway him.

And if she does?

File that underNot my problem.

This is my last night to unwind for a while, and I’d like to make the most of it.

ChapterTwelve

Dragon

Sometimes I wonder if allowing myself a joint and a few beers helped me stay away from the harder stuff.

Already I’m second-guessing my decision to come along.

Because that craft beer is calling to me. And so is the marijuana, its pungent smell drifting around the room.

I used to let myself have that kind of stuff, and I kept it cool.

But this time, I promised my therapist I’d stay clean.

And that means totally clean.

No pot, no beer, no wine.

I never had a difficult time staying away from hard liquor. I don’t really like the flavor, though I certainly drank my share of it when I was younger.

But beer? Wine? Pot? Allowing myself those few vices seemed to help me stay away from the hard stuff.

Not that I think anyone has narcotics at this party. This seems like a pretty tame crowd, despite the fact that Tracy is dressed like a dominatrix. Fishnet, black leather shorts, and a white blouse so sheer I can see the red tips of her nipples. One of them is pierced.

Funny. I have pierced nipples myself, but I don’t really like the look on a woman.

A woman’s breasts are beautiful without any adornment.

Tracy gets me a glass of water and hands it to me. “Here you go, Dragon. Do you want to dance a little?”

I take a sip of water. “Not much of a dancer.”

She walks her fingers up my arm. “What do you like to do?”

“Play the drums. Read. Watch movies.”

“What kind of movies do you like?”

Funny that she didn’t ask what kind of books I like. Diana did at the diner. But Tracy doesn’t strike me as much of a reader.

“I like the classics. They don’t make movies like that anymore.”

“Classics likePretty Woman?”

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