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Jason: Coach said my skating looks good. Still not at one hundred percent, but not dragging anymore.
Scottie: See? You are almost back to being insufferable on the ice again.
Jason: And even more insufferable off the ice. :wink: emoji
Scottie: Do not make me revoke your privileges, Tate.
Jason: You would never survive the guilt.
Scottie: Depends. Does your apology come with tacos?
Jason: Obviously.
Jason: Tacos, tequila, and my cock. Full package.
Jason: I will feed you, fuck you, and make you forget why you were mad in the first place.
Scottie: Bold strategy. Might get you banned from all reputable taco joints.
Jason: Baby, I do not play it safe when it comes to you. Ever.
Chapter Forty
Scottie: I finally found the perfect place to relocate the clinic. It’s bigger and perfect. We might even be able to add Camille’s second clinic in a year or two.
Jason: Congrats . . . Camille has a clinic?
Scotti: Yeah, long story, she’s the hoochie coach.
Jason: Hoochie, really?
Scottie: Yep. She had to use that because vagina was already taken—even had a trademark pending—and she couldn’t use cunt or pussy because it sounded like an OnlyFans account.
Jason: Would she have used cunt?
Scottie: Nah, but it’s funny when she tells the story. In text, it falls flat.
Jason: Well, I think we should celebrate your achievement. Does that mean you’re coming home?
Scottie: Tempting, but I have to make sure everything goes through before heading back.
Jason: Brutal, my heart can’t take any longer. It’s been six weeks (in case you’re wondering, that’s three years in Jason years).
Scottie: You have to stop making up numbers.
Jason: It’s accurate.
Scottie: Talk to you soon, Tate.
Chapter Forty-One
Jason: I’ve officially survived two months without you.
Scottie: I’m around. Should be there soon though. Any news about your fitness test?
Jason: Final fitness test passed. It is official.
Jason: I am back, Crawford.
