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Chapter 4
Chapter Four The crowd cheered as the K-State orchestra conductor took a final bow. In the grass off-stage, Jason stood watch next to Sterling. Fortunately, the audience was pretty tame, because he was doing a piss-poor job of helping with crowd control. His eyes kept drifting to where Millie sat halfway back with two of the Sinclaire brothers’ wives. He’d been aware of her the second she’d arrived, honing in on her light blonde curls as if they were a beacon. “Dude, what is wrong with you?” Sterling nudged him. “You’ve been staring at Millie all evening.” Great. The last thing he needed was Sterling riding his a*s. “I was kind of a d**k this morning.” “So I figured.” Sterling’s mouth quirked. “The big, wise man gets taken to the mat by a tiny hippie. I love it.” “Shut-up.” Sterling
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