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“I want to reconnect with my dad. But if the first thing I do is get involved with one of his players… what’s he going to think of me?”

“That you have great taste in guys,” she says plainly. “Honestly, with everything you’ve gone through the last couple months, it’s refreshing to know you have someone taking care of you. Enjoy it.”

“That’s the problem. I did… too much.”

“Was it good?”

“Oh my God, Dee! I’ve never… likenever—” Feeding Sammy what’s left of the muffin, I hold my hand over my mouth. “—come like that. It was intense. Like my body was too small for my insides and…”

“And…”

“Don’t judge me. I came so hard,” I say before concluding in a whisper, “I soaked us both.”

“You soaked both of—oh. OH—you squirted? That’s hot. I’d pay.”

“Eww.”

“Dude, I’ve seen you get a Brazilian.”

“Not the same thing.”

“Whatever. Point is, if his hose is getting you that wet?—”

“His fingers, Delilah.”

“Holy shit… or should I say, holy puck,” she chuckles. “If that’s what he can do with his fingers, you’ve got to try out the other goods.”

“No.”

She groans. “Why the fuck not?”

“Because I’m leaving LA at the end of the summer.”

“Call it a summer fling.”

“Auguste is a good guy, Dee. It would be cruel to get involved with?—”

“You already are involved. As long as he knows you’re not staying in LA, it’s fair fucking game. Don’t be chicken.”

This is why I didn’t want to talk to her about what happened last night. She’s going to keep pushing and keep making it a thing when we both know it’s going to end badly. And then how do I come back to visit my dad?

“I’m arriving at work now. Call you back when I get home later.”

“Make sure you do,” she replies as I’m getting out of the car. “And Courtney?”

“Yes…”

“If you’re going to overthink, at least get under the guy.”

Before I have the opportunity to argue, she hangs up. I’m gathering my backpack and Samson when the driver takes him from me again and hands me my coffee instead.

“I’m taking the pup to doggie daycare,” he tells me.

Oh.My heart drops a tad at the wide-eyed don’t-leave-me expression on Samson’s face. The PR office is going to be disappointed, everyone is loving the puppy cuddle breaks.

“I’ll see you later, buddy.” I give him one last scratch before I head inside, ignoring his pleading yaps with every wrench of my chest.

The day ischaotic from beginning to end. I spend most of it in back to back marketing meetings, taking notes of what’s needed.What’s working and what’s not. And my head is anywhere but in the room.

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