Page 165 of The Pucking Wrong Man

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Ilistened to the recording I’d taken on Anastasia’s phone.

And then I listened to it again.

Dallon Holmes was an asshole of the highest order, and as soon as I’d heard how he was speaking to her, he was done.

Anastasia was never in a good mood when she came home from practice, and she never wanted to talk about it.

Now, I understood why.

I’d listened as he’d gone back and forth between verbally berating her and coming on to her.

Absolutely unacceptable.

I’d promised Anastasia that I would take care of her problems, and this fucker was now firmly on that list.

But I needed to handle it delicately. I was not going to ruin the opportunity she’d been working so hard for.

I pulled out my phone to consult...the brain trust.

Me: So, Lancaster...

He responded back immediately, like he always did. I was a little worried that he had sex holding his phone in one hand. I kind of wanted Anastasia to ask Blake.

Ari: Go on...

Ari: Are you texting about my report?

I snorted at the phone.

Walker: What report?

Ari: Oh, look who’s decided to join the conversation. The offender himself.

Me: This has nothing to do with what I was texting about.

Ari: Quiet, Hero. This is important.

Logan: What did Disney do?

Ari: Do you mean what did Señor Buttkiss do?

Walker: ...

Walker: What?

Ari: Who did you congratulate tonight when we won, Disney?

Me: This feels like a trap.

Walker: It really does.

Ari: See, right there! Butt-kisser.

Linc: Alright, let’s get the drama queen’s rant over with. Lancaster, I’m pretty sure he gave me a high-five after the game.

Me: I was not watching Walker, because I had better things to do. So I will defer to Lincoln.

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