Page 86 of Destined Lovers

My head ping pongs between these two for my daily dose of laughter. It’s the same thing every day.

“Well, what did you say back to her?” Wills now curious.

“I sent a pic of my dick, saying he misses your cunt more,” He shrugs like no big deal, and Wills throws his head on the couch, now laughing himself.

“How do you even get into these situations?” I ask.

Jackson’s eyes widen, and he throws his phone on his desk. “No fucking clue. I sometimes wonder how I got so lucky to live this life.”

“A life filled with STDs, exactly what I aim for,” Wills mutters.

“I wrap him up every time, don’t worry about me. Clean as a whistle.”

“All right, you two gobshites, that’s enough for today. Why did you want to see us?” I ask and Jackson presses a button on his computer, which projects on the screen to his left.

“This is Logan Hale. He’s an Australian tennis pro, twenty-two, looking for new representation. He’ll be in Birmingham only today, so one of you two needs to meet with him.”

“Why didn’t they contact me if he’s looking for a new agent?” I ask. I handle all recruits with the help of Wills if I’m busy.

“He doesn’t know he needs a new one. His sister and I are friends. She reached out this morning and asked if we could meet with him. His agent is a fuckwit and doesn’t have Logan’s best interest in mind.”

“Why Birmingham?”

“No clue. All I know is he’s moving to London this year, so she wants him to meet with someone fromThe Taylored Groupbefore anyone else.”

“I can’t go, but the kid looks promising. You should get up there and meet him,” Wills says, passing his phone to me with the info Jackson forwarded us.

“I can’t. I gave Penelope the day off.”Feck. Wills and I are the only ones that like to meet with recruits on the first meeting. Jackson isn’t even on this side of the business.

“It’s still early. Leave now, I’ll call the car service, and you’ll be back late tonight. I think Sadie planned on having Maeve stay with us anyway. Charlotte has a rehearsal for that drama class she’s in, and I heard Sadie on the phone asking if it was wheelchair accessible.”

“Oh…that reminds me,” Jackson says, then bends down into his bag to grab something. “I bought her this for her wheelchair.”

I open the package and smirk. It’s a sticker that says ‘Rollin’ With My Homedawg,’ and it’s a picture of a girl that resembles Maeve and a dog that looks nothing like Bacon, but the thought was there.

“Thanks, mate. She’ll love this.” As much as we give shite to Jackson, he means well in everything he does. He takes care of his sister and niece and now Maeve.

Like family.

“All right, the car will be here in twenty. I already texted Sadie. Maeve’s happy to stay, and we’re happy to have her.” I pat his back in thanks.

“Logan’s sister will email you where to meet him and all his information,” Jackson adds.

“Got it. Wills, I’ll see you later. Jackson Monday.”

“Peace out, Bucks,” Jackson calls, and I groan at the name. Who the hell shortens Buckley toBucks? Fecking Jackson Peters, that’s who.

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We’ve hit the traffic lottery because we’re almost to Birmingham, with little to no traffic. I start packing up my work bag. I’ve been prepping for my meeting the whole ride when my phone rings and an instant smile pulls at my lips.

“Hello, young lady. What do I owe the pleasure of getting a call on a Saturday from you?”

“Oh, you stop that with the young. I’m as old as they come.” Agnes laughs, followed by a coughing fit, and my heart drops.

“You okay? What did the doctor say?”

“Pneumonia. I’m on bed rest. He’ll be back tomorrow to check on me.”

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