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Leo Wilder wasn’t screwing me

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Leo

The s sat in the middle of the table The flats versustheir claim to a section of the pile “She screa her, spilled coffee all over herself and blamed me”

Hunter waved over the waitress “We’re going to need more blue cheese A lot more Put what you think is an excessive nu you how to do your job, just trying to save you a few trips” He winked and she laughed, winking right back

She walked away like she kneas looking—and he absolutely was

The bar with live ames Not only was there killer food, but the owner didn’t care e showed up sweaty and barely presentable

Using the muscles I hadn’t worked out in a while kept me focused and as close to sane as possible I was an event planner now It hadn’t been what I’d seen for myself when I’d been carted off the field on a stretcher, but neither had walking and talking, so I counted myself lucky

Jameson slid his al us his story and there are wings on the table Can you concentrate and not flirt for a whole twenty seconds?”

Hunter leaned back with his patented senetically impossible I’ve been tested Do you want to see my doctor’s note?

August leaned closer to cut through the squabble “And now you’re working with her?”

I thren et this account and one It’s all Sam has left of him I can’t let that happen”

Everest butted in with his ever-helpful co for a sportscaster job? Trying to get Hunter to set you up with connections to get in there So up?”

“I’ on it”