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I have absolutely no ties rabs the back of s me across my office

“Youbitch,” he bellows as he charges again, this ti raph of Gordie Howe

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I snarl, but make no attempt to break his hold on me

“What the fuck is wrong withwith you? Datingyour cock sucked by someone else?”

You have got to be fucking kidding me

I could set the record straight, but soet Dax worked up So I o”

“Bullshit,” he counters angrily

“True” I give hi “I think you owe that nice lady over there an apology for co like an ass”

Dax releases his hold onto look over his shoulder I can’t see his expression, but I can tell the exacthe is about this whole scenario when he mutters, “Fuck”

Because the wo tape in one hand, a notepad tucked under an arm, and a pencil tucked behind her ear—who has been custo me for bespoke suits for almost seven years now She also happens to be almost sixty years old, which makes this way funnier than it should be

“That’s Mrs Welsh,” I gleefully infor a hand on his shoulder “She’s my tailor”

“Goddaies to Mrs Welsh, who assures him it’s totally fine

He faces y, too “Sorry”

It’s not much—and it’s not really needed—but it seems to make him feel better “No worries What did you need?”

I stride over to Mrs Welsh, who returns to quietlyI’m not sure why they insist onshorter, but I guess I’ what I pay for

“Just finished rab lunch,” he replies

I blink in surprise I mean, Dax and I have put our differences aside He has acceptedon a friendship or anything