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Heather
Present day
He was coming tonight.
I hadn’t seen Channing for the last few days—minus a brief moment when he’d come over to Manny’s to help contain a crew brawl Bren had started. Well, some guy’s hand on her shoulder had started it. She took offense, and we were kicking everyone out a few minutes later. The cops had come, the crews split, and over the last week, I’d had to deal with repairing the damage they did to my restaurant.
I was shocked I hadn’t started smoking again.
I was not a happy camper, but Channing’s guys helped speed up the repair process, and now it was Saturday again. We were re-opening, but I was on edge.
Channing texted me to say he was fine after I left him at the gas station, but he’d said he would be scarce for a while. He hadn’t lied.
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