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“Time for you to leave, Sinclair,” I spat.
Chase’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t think it is.”
“Considering I own the place, I have every right to kick you out.”
He glared at me. “This is unbelievable.”
“Just stop it. Both of you,” Annie said. Her hand wrapped around my bicep and pulled me back. “Chase, you should just go.”
“Annie, come on!”
“No. You said what you came to say.”
“So, what we have means nothing to you?”
She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply.
“And what exactly is between you two?” I growled.
“Nothing!” Annie said.
Chase just raised his eyebrows. “It’s not nothing.”
“f**k,” I growled as I stared between the two of them.
I’d spent the last week dealing with my mom’s cancer announcement. Between that, the soccer complex, and this friends-and-family event,
