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Precisely what I want to hear. My fingers type feverishly across the tiny keyboard.

@BigDix.69

You don’t happen to be in my area? Meet me. Tonight.

The dots pop up and disappear several times, but no reply comes through. I glance at Evelyn, the glow from her screen illuminating her features.

It can’t fucking be, can it?

“Atticus, seriously, what are you doing? You aren’t listening to me!” Annie stomps her foot and pouts.

Why is she acting so bratty?Right now, I don’t give a shit.

My phone chimes again.

@Bigboo...ks4BigDix

I am local to you. What did you have in mind?

I look back to Evelyn briefly before I type my reply.

@BigDix.69

Doing you, in every way possible.

I hit send, and… sure enough. Evelyn smiles at her phone.Bingo. I think BigBoo...ks4BigDix is Evelyn, and I can’t say I’m mad about it.

I can’t hide the smile that spreads across my lips but Annie sure tries her best to wipe it off when she tries to snatch my phone out of my hand. I move it out of her reach.

What in the actual fuck?

“Attie—you aren’t listening to me at all.”

Damn, she is really annoying the hell out of me tonight. “Annie…” I start, but out of the corner of my eye, I see someone slide up beside Evelyn out on the patio. “Trent.” His name comes out more of a growl than a spoken word as it passes my lips.

“I got to go, Annie. Have some drinks, eat some food, be social. I’ll find you later.”

“You’re just going to leave me here? Alone? What the hell, Atticus?”

I don’t have time to ask why she’s acting this way or, truthfully, time to care; because Trent Smith is about to put the moves on my woman. How do I know? He’s my best friend, and I know every one of his bullshit moves.

Wait. What the fuck did I just think?

I shake the thoughts from my head. She’s not mine, but five minutes with Trent, and she won’t even remember my name. He’s the biggest flirt on this team. The ladies love him.

Which means I need to intervene. Ignoring Annie’s protests, I move toward the kitchen with Evelyn in my sights. Trent has her backed up against the railing, his arms caging her in on either side. His head begins to descend closer to hers.

That motherfucker is angling for a kiss!

Picking up my speed, the staff in the kitchen just looks at me as I race through. I bust through the back door like I’m entitled but fuck it if I’m not. I saw her first.

I saw her first. Really?

I’m not even going to try to analyze my irrational thoughts and actions right now. I’ll try to figure out what all this means later.

Before I even realize what in the hell I’m doing, I have Trent by the arm and am pulling him away from Evelyn.

“Dixon? What the hell are you doing?”

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