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I had a message from my dad that night when I got home that said not to bother coming in the next day as we had several cancellations and he was just going to be catching up on some paperwork. I thought it was a little odd, but I was grateful to have the morning to sleep in. The bourbon had gone to my head and after Sam had driven us home that night, I crashed in my bed, grateful for the comfort of home. Chadwick Fontaine was the last thing on my mind now, as annoying as the run in with him had been at the bar. Now I had the vision of a naked Jake Mesa in my head.
It wasn’t an altogether unpleasant sight—no one could say that. But it was something I wished I didn’t have in my head. Now it was there forever and as nice as he was to look at, I really never wanted to see him again.
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