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“For Christ’s sake,” I said aloud.

There were a hundred places to get a good date shake, but he wanted one from the place two hours away.

I was in the middle of suggesting a closer spot when he texted again.

KNOX: And don’t try to save time by going to the spot in Newport Beach

KNOX: That place is trash

Alright.

Sucking in a deep breath, I heaved a sigh, drumming my fingers on the table and just breathing for a minute, becaus

e God, I couldn’t stand this fucking asshole.

He blatantly reveled in being immature. Acting as intolerable as possible, because he didn’t actually want an agent. It was painfully clear that he hated agents and any type of person whose advice he had to heed. It was why he initially hired his hometown buddy to be his agent, and of course, that dumbass move was precisely how he got himself stuck in a shitty, incentive-based contract that paid him according to the number of innings he pitched—which looked great on paper, assuming he remained a starter throughout his contract.

But surprise, surprise, he did not.

Because no one fucking likes you, Knox, I thought, trying my hand at immaturity for a second. But it didn’t feel as good as I’d hoped, so instead I got myself together, reminding myself that as much as I hated him—as much as I didn’t need the commission from his contract—he was still very much worth the trouble.

And still someone I desperately wanted to sign.

So grabbing my phone, I went to text AJ, simply sending her the screenshots of Knox’s texts, to which she replied immediately.

AJ: Oh my God

AJ: What a dick. That shake is forever away

AJ: But don’t worry. I got this

I laughed at her reaction, feeling myself breathing easier already.

But I shouldn’t have been surprised.

This was how it had always been. This wasn’t even the weirdest thing AJ had gone to get for one of my clients. Usually, she went alone on these excursions.

But this time, I felt like sharing the burden.

ADAM: I’ll come with you. Meet me downstairs in 30 minutes

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AJ

The date shake place was two hours away. That made the trip four hours back and forth. It was 10AM now, the meeting was at at 3PM sharp, and honestly, I doubted that Knox had even asked RTA to get the shake first. He was just doing this because he knew he had the power to slightly fuck with us right now.

And it would’ve been the worst if I weren’t perfectly happy to go on a mini adventure with Adam this morning.

“Here you go. Just these three things?”

Handing me a cooler, a bag of ice and a long spoon was the manager from the restaurant in the lobby of our building, which was so used to agents requesting weird things last minute that they didn’t even think twice about providing it.

“That’s it. Thank you!” I said before heading out the restaurant and the building to see Adam’s Range Rover parked out front.

He had a hell of a cute smile waiting for me when I got in the passenger seat.

“Morning,” he said, his eyes skimming over my white Oxford shirt and hip-hugging cigarette pants. I smiled back.

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