“Well, well, well.” Maddox arched an eyebrow as I neared Colette’s office door. His cobalt suit was tailored a little too well. The seams strained with each subtle movement. He paired the bold suit choice with a pale blue paisley dress shirt and a silk tie in living coral. His bottle cap glasses barely disguised his glare of disdain. “Look what the cat dragged in. Or should I say the cock?” I rolled my eyes and dropped a slice of pie in front of him. A fed Maddox was a happy Maddox. Or at least a less cranky Maddox. It was like throwing a steak at a guard dog. “You know that football season is
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