Page 33 of Wright Kind of Trouble

It was fine.

She was over it.

She was over it enough to not give a shit when I spoke to her.

She probably didn’t even care that I was here.

And I endeavored not to care either.

“Well, look what the cat dragged in,” a voice said as the familiar redhead stepped into my line of vision.

“Annie,” I said with a smile.

“Where the hell have you been, Sinclair?” She put her hands on her hips and shot me a pissed look.

“Busy,” I offered.

Avoiding the Wrights.

She poked her finger into my chest. “Don’t bullshit me. I’ve known you too long for that. You haven’t answered a single text or call. I haven’t seen your stupid face around. What’s going on?”

I shrugged. “You got married.”

“So?”

“Don’t particularly think your husband wants us conversing.” I tipped my head to the left, where Jordan was currently shooting daggers at me.

“Well, he can fucking deal with it. He doesn’t decide who I can and can’t talk to.”

“The Wrights hate me enough,” I said with a laugh. “Must you instigate their abhorrence?”

Annie snorted. “They don’t hate you.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Now, who is bullshitting?”

“They just hate your family.”

“Perfect.”

She laughed and bumped into my shoulder. “Well, I don’t hate you or your family. Even if I don’t think they’ve been very kind to the Wrights.”

“I haven’t done anything to the Wrights.”

Lie.

“Uh-huh,” she said with an eye roll. “Anyway, it’s good to see you. Can we please go get Holly Hop sometime soon and talk like old times? I miss you.”

“Sure.” Definitely no. “Bring Jordan.”

She laughed again, a big guffaw, and covered her mouth. “You’re an ass.”

“He’s seething at me again,” I told her.

“Fine, fine. I’ll go deal with his emotions. But I’m not avoiding you, you know? This is all your decision.”

I rubbed my jaw. “Trying not to get punched again.”

She rolled her eyes and knocked me gently on the jaw. “Failing again, Sinclair.”

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