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Hey. Let’s meet at 7:00 a.m. down by the cove. Are you up for a four-miler?

The three little dots moved around the screen, and I found myself staring impatiently, waiting for her answer.

B.R.

Captain, is this you?

Are you meeting someone else for a run tomorrow morning?

B.R.

Obviously not. But you could learn some manners about texting someone for the first time. So, let’s go over how this will work. How long are you going to let me shadow you?

Are you home yet?

I didn’t know why I asked. Why I cared. But I needed to know before I answered her question.

B.R.

Yes, I’m home. Thanks for going to my brother and asking him to follow me, by the way.

You’re welcome. I can’t tell you my story if you aren’t around to hear it.

B.R.

So, now Breen Lockhart is a murderer?

Who knows what that dickhead is capable of.

B.R.

Well, so far… great conversation. Flirty banter. And he bought me dinner. What a bastard.

He’s probably fucking your server behind the restaurant because you didn’t go home with him.

B.R.

You’re such an asshole.

I’ve been called worse.

B.R.

So, what’s the plan? I run a few miles with you, and you’ll tell me where you’re going to play next season?

In your dreams.

B.R.

Let me guess. You’re going to waste my time? Shocker.

I don’t know where I’m going to play yet. That’s the honest truth. Take it or leave it. You can ask me other questions until I figure it out. I thought you wanted the whole story.

B.R.

What am I allowed to ask?

Whatever you want.

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