“Put them away,” she says now, mock-shielding her eyes, “I don’t need to see any of y’all’s micro-penises, trust me.” “Having flashbacks to Carter’s small dick?” shouts an asshole from the opposite corner of the locker room. Let me repeat: Beast of the Northeast. Suffice as it is to say, the guys know I don’t put up with Holly being dragged into their gutter talk. Not when we were married; not now either. Josh Kammer, as a rookie, hasn’t been dealt that lesson yet. I tilt my head in his direction, my hands hanging loosely between my knees. “Josh?” Beside me, Duke mutters “here we go” under his
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