I shuffle into my tiny office. I barely have a chance to set my stuff down before I feel him. I spin around in my swivel chair, whacking my elbow against the wall. “Ow—shit—” I rub at it, looking up to take in the massive frame of Jake Compton. He’s smiling at me and I feel it all the way down to my toes. “Good morning, Doctor Price.” I roll my eyes, snatching up my travel cup. “Okay, champ, dial it back a little.” “What? I can’t call you Doctor Price?” “No, you can call me Doctor Price,” I say, taking a sip of my coffee. “I meant dial back the eyes.” He leans against my doorway, arms crossed.
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