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I’d been walking into the direct path of him.

He thought I was playing chicken.

I’d had no idea he was there.

And when he was close enough, and because I’d inadvertently blocked the kid from running away like he’d planned, he’d hit me.

Of course, Garrett had been there to see the entire thing.

His shift had started a good six hours after mine. He’d just come from the local high school where he’d done a locker test on the entirety of Dallas Independent School District.

He’d had front-row seats to the kid not only running toward me, but the punch that I’d received to the face.

He’d been horrified.

Rightfully so.

But that was a once-in-a-lifetime thing.

I mean, what were the odds that the kid would get loose? Also, that all the ladies that I’d gone out to eat with would be stopped at a bake sale across the street?

I’d gone ahead because I’d received a call that needed attention.

Which led me to now, me sitting in Germaine’s office, with an ice pack on my face, and Garrett yelling at me.

“If you yell at me one more time for something I can’t control, I’m going to kick you in the shin!” I snarled.

There was a long moment of silence, and then I heard a few of his brothers snickering.

“Welcome to the club, brother,” Auden teased.

I glared at where I thought he was standing. “What are you even doing here?”

Auden paused. “I was going to bring my mother to lunch, but then you got clobbered.”

“Whatever,” I grumbled.

“Hey, Boss?” I heard from someone I didn’t recognize.

“Yeah?” Germaine asked.

“There’s a man here looking for Bindi.”

My brows rose.

“Who?” Garrett barked.

“Wouldn’t say,” the female admitted.

“Send him back to my office,” Germaine suggested.

The woman left so fast I could hear her feet hurriedly tapping for a long moment before the sound dispersed.

“Who could it be?” I asked.

“Hold on,” Germaine said. “Pulling up the cameras.”

“Isn’t that the guy that served Beatrice papers for her divorce a couple weeks ago?” Mom asked.

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