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Let’s leave the past where it belongs?

Yeah, buddy. The way to do that is by giving me the simple apology that I requested.

I stormed inside the house and grabbed a steak knife before marching back out to the front porch and cutting the top of it open. I looked inside.

I blinked multiple times, processing what he’d sent me.

Was he messing with me?

Bridger freaking Chadwick had gone too far.

I’d asked for an apology, and instead he’d sent me a goddamn toilet!

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Bridger

I’d just finishedmy workout in my home gym and taken a quick shower.

It was late, and I was exhausted, but I had a bit more work to do before I went to bed.

When I reached for my phone, I groaned when I saw all the missed calls and texts from Brenner. He’d sent a dozen messages in the last fifteen minutes.

Brenner

The shit has hit the fan.

Brenner

Literally and figuratively.

Brenner

Your gift went over like a fart in church.

Brenner

I told you this was a bad idea.

Brenner

She’s refusing the gift.

Brenner

In her defense, you sent her a toilet.

Brenner

She wanted an apology.

Brenner

You gave her my cell phone number, and she texted me.

Brenner