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I turn to walk away, but not before I hear him make a promise of his own “You hurt her, and I’ll hurt you Don’t care if you’re my boss or not”

“Fair enough,” I reply without looking back I would expect no less It actually makes me respect him more

I head to the tread back at it I see Tacker and Wylde are assisting each other on bench presses and just to the left of the to be in a coo the farthest the fastest

Nice to see the entire first line in here and working so closely together, but these guys have had soether froame last year It’s just one of those perfect storether to make a championship team

I couldn’t be prouder, and we’ve only just started the playoff season

“Mr Carlson,” I hear from behind me just as I reach my treadmill

I turn around to see Rafe Si toward ear and is covered in sweat, so I’ he’s on his way out of the facility

“I hate to bother you,” he says as he approaches “But do you have a moment to talk privately?”

I glance between oading Dax “Think you can make an appointment?”

“It’s actually pretty urgent,” he replies, his eyes cutting down to the floor before popping up to regard etically

“Yeah, sure,” I say without hesitation I can see on his face so, so I scan around the facility before I spy a private corner “Let’s go over there”

We weave ahtly in a concerned way Not surprising given he’s the tea that’s going on with his teammates

Much the way I do

When we reach the corner, far froht inadvertently hear us, I stop and face Rafe “What’s up?”

Rafe looks incredibly tense, his face etched with soht frolances around the facility, his gaze lingering aready to tell me, Bishop already knows