Page 919 of Deep Pockets

“I could never enjoy a single moment spent with her…when I could be spending it with you.”

She leaned forward and offered me a short peck. “Good. Now, make the bitch sign the damn paperwork.”

I laughed. “Deal.”

* * *

I was on my way out of the office, contemplating how to address Miranda about dinner, when Austin and Patrick came up on either side of me.

“Hey, bro,” Austin said, nudging me.

“Hey, hey,” Patrick said.

I could smell the whiskey coming off of Austin. Jesus Christ.

“Have you been drinking on the job?” I asked Austin.

He shrugged unapologetically. “Maybe?”

“One day, they are going to fire you.”

“Doubtful.”

“And not why we’re here,” Patrick said with a grin. “We heard that wifey showed up at the office today.”

“God, have you been talking to Morgan?” I asked.

“She said that you were going to dinner with Miranda,” Austin said. He raised his eyebrows in question.

“Yeah. I’m going to get her to sign the paperwork.”

“Not a good idea,” Austin said.

“What would you know about good decisions regarding relationships?” I asked with a laugh. “Either of you actually. Have you ever had a serious girlfriend?”

“Oh, there was that one time,” Patrick said.

“No, there wasn’t,” Austin said.

“I mean…you were serious with that HR chick for, like, a hot minute.”

“Julia?” I asked. “I didn’t know y’all dated.”

“We didn’t,” Austin said with annoyance. “This isn’t about us. This is about Miranda. I mean, I know you’re banging Heidi…”

“Could you keep your voice down?” I ground out, looking around the parking lot wildly. Luckily, there was no one nearby. But, Jesus!

“And Miranda has a way of fucking you over, dude. I mean, you had to marry her before you realized she was a massive bitch.”

I stopped walking once we reached Jensen’s Mercedes that I was still borrowing. I stared at both of them. I knew they meant well, but they couldn’t possibly understand where I was coming from.

“Appreciate the concern, guys, but she’s signing the paperwork. That’s it,” I told them.

“Should I take care of your girl while you’re away?” Patrick asked with a laugh.

Before I knew what I was doing, I had slammed Patrick backward. He was pressed up against the SUV next to my car, and my hands were fisted in the front of his suit coat him. His eyes widened in alarm.

“Dude, I was joking!” Patrick cried.

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