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She scoffed at me. “Jesus, Drake, what part of she never wants to see you again don’t you get?”

Her words sliced through me. Before I could respond, a familiar voice sounded in my ears.

“Hey, babe, what’s going on?”

Brock. Freshly showered. Wearing just a towel around his waist.

“Hey, man.” Awkwardness colored his voice as he adjusted the towel.

“Hey.”

“You missed the hockey game last night. Where were you?”

“Sorry. I was sick.” I coughed. “Bronchitis.”

“We lost without you.” He wrapped an arm around Lulu, igniting an emotion I’d never felt before. Envy. “Call me later. I may have big news.”

“Sure,” I mumbled as Lulu slammed the door shut in my face.