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PIPER
“Bradley, wait,” I called as I rushed off after him.
But he kept trudging across the open field, back to his truck. I jogged to keep up with him, glad that I hadn’t had hair or makeup done yet.
“Wait.”
He slowed to let me fall into step beside him. “What are you doing, Piper?”
“Trying to apologize.”
Bradley raised his eyebrow. “Why? You got what you wanted, didn’t you?”
“Don’t be like that.”
“Like what?” he asked. He jerked his head again, facing forward. “It’s fine.”
“It’s not. I didn’t want to rub it in or anything. We’ve been friends a long time.”
“You’re not rubbing it in,” he ground out.
I shot him a look. “I know you’re pissed.”
Bradley stopped abruptly in the grass and faced me. “Fine. I’m pissed. Are you happy? Is that what you wanted to hear? Seeing you with
