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“Then we’re square, Pooh. Oh, fuck, my sides hurt a little,” Trigger says through his laughter.

“Yeah, fucker, so do mine.”

That causes another round of laughter from Trigger and the rest of the room. I grin at him, liking that me being stupid put that look on his face. I give him a pat on the shoulder as I walk past. I head to the backside of the bar and grab three beers. One to drink, one to put against my face, and one for Trigger. He accepts it with a huge grin. Fucker.

Pippa: Can I ask you a question?

Me: I haven’t measured my junk size if you were going to ask. Only Axel does that shit.

Pippa: Omg! No, that wasn’t the question!

Me: You sure? Cuz I have a ruler around here somewhere if you change your mind.

Pippa: No thanks. I’d rather do my own measuring. (wink)

Me: Fuck! Now I’ll need a yardstick instead.

Pippa: It’s always good to have dreams, Pooh lol

Me: Ha ha!

Pippa: Will you go on a date with me?

Me: Fuck yeah, babe, love to. It was the yardstick comment that changed your mind, wasn’t it?

Pippa: Yeah, definitely was. When works for you?

Me: You pick the day, I’ll be there.

Pippa: Tonight 6pm?

Me: I’ll pick you up at your house. We’ll be on my bike. That work?

Pippa: Perfect! See you then, honey

Me: See you

So, I’m finally getting my date with Pippa and I’ll be showing up sporting a black eye. That’s not ideal, but I had it coming, so it is what it is. I walk into the gym with a grin on my battered face. Axel and Cash look my way and both bust out laughing. I flip them off and give Axel a punch to the shoulder when I get to their side.

“Trigger still has it!” crows Axel.

“Fucker hits like a Mac truck. He may have cracked a rib,” I tell them.

“I can’t believe you told her he was gay. Gutsy move, brother,” says Cash.

“I can’t believe you thought she was looking for a hook up with Trigger!” interjects Axel. He dissolves into laughter again. I smack the back of his bald head and laugh with him. Not much can ruin my mood today. Not even this over-sized bitch.

“Classy move, Pooh, letting Trigger even the score, though,” murmurs Cash while giving me a fist bump.

When Axel gets himself under control, we get to work.

Pippa

I’m in my office when Tammy walks in, shuts the door and takes a seat. She tosses her phone on the desk and leans back in her chair. The look on her face warns me that something is not right. I brace.

“Read the text I just got,” Tammy says.

I pick up her phone and read the text.

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