Page 87 of The Keeper

Mildly Hot: What had you up so late last night?

Me: Nice deflection

Mildly Hot: My social media spies say there was a party. I like you in black lace

Me: Interesting since you don’t follow me

@XMaddox1 is following you!

Mildly Hot: That’s been sorted. You sit in that wanker’s lap often?

Me: No. Should I?

Mildly Hot: Not if I can help it

Me: Does that mean you want me sitting in yours?

Mildly Hot: Yes.

Me: Really?

Mildly Hot: Yes.

Me: Even after what I said to you?

Mildly Hot: We’ll deal with that in due time. But yes. Even after what you said.

Me: I really am sorry

Mildly Hot: I know. Won’t change the fact your ass will be sore for a week when I get my hands on it

Me: Promise? :P

Mildly Hot: Don’t get smart, city princess

Me: Whatever you say, country prince

Mildly Hot: We both know that’s not what I am

Me: Fine. You’re a gentleman

Mildly Hot: Keep sitting in that guy’s lap and you’ll see how much of a gentleman I can be

Me: I don’t really know what to say to that…I guess we’ll talk soon?

Mildly Hot: I have training all week. I’ll reach out when I can.

Me: Of course. Xavier?

Mildly Hot: Yes?

Me: I’m sorry

Mildly Hot: I know, love. I’m sorry too

Xavier

The drive to Dr. Frances’ office should only take about fifteen minutes but in reality this would be the longest drive of my life. I knew what I’d be walking into and part of me dreaded it. Rehashing what happened with Victoria didn’t rank too high on my list of things to do today. Especially after this morning’s less than stellar training session. All the drinking and poor eating these last couple weeks caught up with me.

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