Page 42 of Big Dix

Visions of her flashed through my mind today. Her underneath me, on top of me, just like they are right now. I can’t help but smile. I grab my phone and fire off a text to her to make sure she still plans to head to the farm with me and bring her friend since I’ll have to leave her at the farm to go to practice.

“Who’s put that smile on your face?”

I look up at Trent and can’t help but to smile even more. Spreading my hands out wide, I lean back. “Maybe I had a good date with a certain caterer last night.”

“Really? You sly dog. Is that why you were so on your game today? Got all of that built-up tension released?”

“Definitely didn’t hurt.”

Rimmington comes around the corner, and shit, the expression on his face means business. I wonder who pissed in his Cheerios?

“Dixon. Can I see you a moment in my office?”

Shit. This can’t be good. Fuck. What if they are planning to cut me from the team? Or hell, a trade wouldn’t be any better.

“Yeah, be right there.”

He sticks his hands in his pockets and heads toward his office.

“Dix, what the hell is this about?” Trent looks as concerned as I do.

“I have no idea.”

“Good luck, bro. You know nothing good ever comes from being called into the big office.”

That’s the damn truth. I rack my brain for anything I may have said or done that could warrant this, and I keep landing on one thing. Well, one person. Evelyn.

I make my way up to the executive offices and knock on the door before pushing it open. Rimmington stands behind his desk, staring out the window.

“Come on in, mate.” He motions for me to take a seat in front of his desk.

I cross the room and drop in the chair across from his desk, my nerves getting the better of me. This is the first time I’ve ever been called in here like this. To say I’m a little worried would be an understatement. If I’m cut or transferred, the closest team is in North Carolina, and that’s five hours away from my family, friends, and now Evelyn.

And I’m surprised that I’m not a little more shocked that she just factored into the list of things I don’t want to be forced to leave.Huh, that’s interesting.

“What’s going on, sir?”

He waves me off. “No need for that. Rim is fine, Atticus.”

“Okay, what’s going on, Rim?”

He unbuttons his jacket before he takes his seat, sliding his chair up under his desk. “So, you know my wife is best friends with Evelyn.”

I nod my agreement before he continues.

“You may not know that women, especially best friends, share all of their secrets. And I do meanall.”

Fuck. I don’t like where this is headed.

“Imagine my surprise when I’m sitting on my front porch this morning having breakfast with my lovely wife, who is laughing hysterically at messages she’s receiving with her three girlfriends. Now, I know these ladies pretty well, so of course, I ask what’s going on today. I promise, lad, those ladies are always up to something. Imagine my surprise—”

Fuck.

“When my lovely wife tells me who her best friend went on a date with last night. And if that weren’t enough, she then went on to ask me if there was an actual practice today because apparently, you parted ways this morning with a Dear Evelyn letter.”

Damn it.This is not a conversation I want to be having with my boss. And shit, I didn’t think my note came off like that. I never meant to offend Evelyn.

“Sir, or, ah, Rim. I like Evelyn. I really do. And I want to see her again; in fact, I’ve invited her and Jen to my farm this weekend. I have some things out there that need to be done, some deliveries are being made, and I thought it was a good opportunity to spend some time with her. Now, I’m sorry you got dragged into this, but I promise you I have the best of intentions where she’s concerned.”

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