" Eventually, she stepped back and smiled. “Night.”

I nodded, not wanting the moment to end. It had to, though, so I said, “Night.” I watched her disappear into her bedroom. Then I exhaled in an attempt to remind my body that I worked for her.

One day handled. Forty-two to go.

It wasn’t going to be easy. "

― D.R. Graham , The Handler (Noir et Bleu Motorcycle Club #2)