“Thank you, Wes.” Max stepped up beside Wes, his eyes going straight to her. “I’m the one that got it,” he grumped. “Thank you, Max.” He grunted. “Thanks, bro. Appreciate it,” I told him. His gaze hardened when it lifted to me. “I’m not your bro.” “You brought my girl coffee when she needed it. We’re bros now.” “You could call off your watchdogs and just give us your number,” Ryan mused. “We could just call you next time. It’s probably cheaper that way.” Max rolled his eyes and turned to Wes. “You okay?” “Don’t I look okay?” “You need to stop hanging out with these people. They’re bad news.”
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