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Two of Kroydon Hills lesser-known socialites were spotted walking out of a doctor’s office on Main Street this afternoon, with one holding what looked to be a sonogram. Now, I’m not sure about you, but even this reporter could get on board with Caitlin Beneventi and Bellamy Wilder switching teams to play with each other. However, it seems someone may have had a differing opinion. Sources are reporting that a black SUV hopped the curb, barely missing the mommies-to-be. Everyone seemed shaken but okay as the reckless driver sped off. Now the question stands—is there more to the story? Could this be a jealous ex? Possibly the baby-daddy? Or was it just another case of someone texting and driving? Guess we’ll have to do some digging to find out.
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CALLEN
Iwalk out of the shower and over to my locker, feeling better about my practice than I’ve felt in a while. Things were clicking. We were hitting our marks. “Good practice out there today, Sinclair.”
“Thanks, man.” With a chin tip to my QB, I toss my towel in the basket and pull my sweats on, then grab my phone as it vibrates in my bag.
Looks like Coop’s been blowing it up.
Cooper
Call me when you get this.
Cooper
Callen—Call me back.
Cooper
Looks like you’re at practice. Call me.
I throw a hoodie on and hit Coop’s number as I head to Declan’s office.
Don’t let this be bad news about Dad.
“You need something, Callen?” Dec closes his laptop as I walk in, waiting for Cooper to pick up the damn phone.
“Is Dad okay?” I ask as I shut the door and switch my phone to speaker. “Cooper blew up my phone during practice.”
Declan grabs his own phone, then tosses it back down. “I’ve got nothing.”
“Callen,” Coop finally answers.
“Coop, you’re on speaker. I’m in Declan’s office. Is Dad okay?” Declan and I both hold our breath for the split-second it takes Cooper to answer.
“Dad’s fine. It’s not Dad.”
Declan rounds the desk and takes my phone out of my hand. “Then who the fuck is it, Coop?”
“Give the phone back to Callen, Dec, and give him your office,” Coop orders, his voice void of all emotion, and the hair on the back of my neck stands on end.
“Fuck you, it’s my office,” Declan snaps back as emotions run high between him and me in direct contrast to Coop.
“Stop,” I yell, not willing to waste another second when something is obviously going down. “It’s fine, Coop. Just tell us what’s going on.”
“I just sent you aKroydon Kroniclesarticle. I saw it an hour ago but wanted to see what I could find out before I called you.”
“Whatever it is, ignore it. They’re desperate for a story, and I haven’t given them one, so they’re probably making shit up.” TheKronicleshave been trash for years.
“Not this time, brother. Caitlin was walking out of a doctor’s office and was nearly hit by an SUV?—”
My vision sharpens to a single pinpoint as a woosh rolls through my ears.
No.
