Page 110 of The Pucking Wrong Man

Linc: This guy, thinking he makes the rules.

Walker: How do you think I felt when I referred to myself in third person as “Disney?”

Ari: That’s kind of weird, Dis.

Linc: Yeah, it kind of is.

Logan: Walker just let out a hitched sob and ran out of the room.

Walker: We’re not even fucking together right now!

Walker Davis removed Logan York from the chat.

Ari: Touchy for a simp.

Me: So, we’re on the same page, right? You can call me Camden or James.

Ari: or Hero.

Linc: Yeah, I think I’m going to stick with Hero. It’s much lighter on the tongue.

Walker: Me too.

Ari: Surprise. Surprise.

Me: ????

Anastasia came out, carrying a bin as she limped across the room, intentionally averting her gaze from mine.

I tapped on the wood in front of me, fiddling with the silverware and feeling anxious as I watched her work.

Anastasia was cleaning a table a few down in front of me when she suddenly stopped, her eyes locked onto something outside the window. I watched as all the color drained from her face.

What the hell?

My heart skipped a beat, and I pushed up from the table, glancing out the window to see what had rattled her.

A man stood on the sidewalk, staring intently through the glass. He was tall, with a lean build. His dark hair was slicked back, and his eyes were drilling right into Anastasia.

I’d never seen him before, but I did not like the way he was looking at her.

Like she belonged to him.

I was the only one allowed to look at her like that.

Beyond the possessiveness of his stare, there was something off about him.

My protective instincts were on high alert as he continued to stare at her.

I walked briskly toward Anastasia, trying to keep my cool. “Hey,” I said softly, placing a hand on her arm. “You okay?”

She flinched at my touch, then nodded quickly, tearing her eyes away from the window. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she said, her voice shaky. “Just...thought I saw someone I knew.”

I glanced back at the guy. He was still there, still staring. It made my skin crawl. She was lying. She knew exactly who he was. And she was terrified of him.

“Who the fuck is that guy?” I growled, and her eyes flashed fearfully...like she was afraid for me.

“Someone from my past,” she whispered.

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