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He lost a little bit of his filter, but the result wasn’t too sloppy or irritating at all. More of thegoodin him just shined through.

Right now, that was even worse.

His affection made me crazy.

I knew how to handlehate, but affection made me want to jump out of my skin.

“Ok. I’m going home,” I said. “I’ll look forward to you drunk texting me a picture of your cock tonight.”

“Going to drunk text you an invitation to a date,” he said, glancing at me. “Wait. Where the hell is my phone? I swear I need to put a location tag on my own fucking two feet, or something, because I never remember where Iputanything?—”

I glanced over and saw the shiny black case on the tall table deeper in the alcove, past the pool table.

“It’s right here,” I said.

He sighed. “God, I’m a mess.”

No, you’re adorable, and I don’t know how to deal with it.

I went over to grab it.

When I picked up his phone, the screen automatically flashed on, and I saw a text at the top of his notifications.

New Text Message From: Danny Ennick

Danny: Your dick was better than his, anyway.

Suddenly I felt like I was holding a live wire in my hands.

Holy shit.

I looked back down at the screen.

Quickly.

Gathering information.

Gears turning in my mind.

As a reporter, I usually had to look hard for information.

Find scraps wherever I could. Research for hours and hours, just to find a straggling lead. Dig deep into corners of the internet that may as well have been covered in cobwebs.

But something like this was rare.

Information dropped right into my lap.

Juicy, extremely gossip-worthy information. Something that could instantly make my article into a goddamn weapon, if I chose to let it happen.

Andrew Peachel had apparently hooked up with Coach Ennick’s son.

How could I have not pieced that together at the party?

The moment I handed the phone to Andrew, though, I realized that I was going to have a much more urgent situation to take care of, before I could think about how I should orshouldn’tuse the information I’d just been gifted.

Because drunk or not, Andrew wasneverdumb.

His expression suddenly changed the moment I handed him the phone. He glanced down at the screen like he’d seen a ghost.