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“Ugghhhhh,” I heard from the side of me “What the fuck? Why can’t she leave me alone?”

“Who?”

She glanced up at rily “Brianna”

I sat back in ht about Brianna

I’d point blank asked her if she’d been the one texting Cannel, and she’d assured me that she hadn’t I’d believed her

Why?

Because sending texts wasn’t Brianna’s style

If she wanted to fuck with you, she’d do it in a much more in-your-face way

Like telling it to her straight to her face

I…

“What the fuck?”

My eyes caer in her voice

“You’ve kissed her?” Cannel asked, hurt

My head tilted “Once Two days before I met you…” But before I could say ‘it was only a press ofdown about her divorce’ she stiffened and spoke over me

Her eyes started swi to kiss your partner, the one that’s been bothering me for weeks noith little texts about how much she knows about you and I don’t, and not tell me that you did?”

I frowned “She’s been texting you that much?”

Cannel narrowed her eyes “I told you that she was, Will I told you she was texting me every day”

I groaned, pinching the bridge of le ounce of y over the last week I just… I didn’t think it was that big of a deal And I’m not even sure that it’s Brianna, to be honest She’s… that’s not how she is Brianna is really in your face about the shit she does”

“Not that big of a deal”

I knew I’d fucked up the moment that she’d repeated the words back to me

My trainer, the woman I’d kissed on the freakin’ cheek, had possibly been harassing ht it wasn’t a big deal

Son of a bitch

“Cannel…”

She stood up in a flourish, grabbing her purse and ripping through the contents

I was frowning, wondering what in the hell she was doing when she yanked out tenty-dollar bills from her wallet and threw them on the table

“That’s too

Her eyes narrowed “I don’t fucking care”

I clenched rab the twenties and hand them back to her