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“Talked to Amber earlier.”

I sit up. Could there be hope?

“I didn’t actually talk to her. I texted her.”

“What did she say?”

“I asked her to meet me in the lounge downstairs. She said she’d come but never showed. Maybe she saw all the shit Farrah posted.”

“I bet that’s it,” Rob says.

“Wouldn’t surprise me any.”

Wouldn’t surprise me either. Things were going too well between Amber and me for her to check out and leave town. People only do that if they have a strong reason. Farrah carrying my baby would be a strong enough reason.

Time to go on the offensive. I open the contacts on my phone and hit a number.

“Who you calling?” Blake asks.

“Buck.”

“Thatta boy.”

The phone rings, and the receptionist answers. “Buck Johnson, Esquire. How may I help you?” Buck doesn’t normally work for us. His specialty isn’t business or corporate or real estate. He does other things well. Better than anybody. Buck is known as a “mudder,” and hewillget dirty.

“This is Noah Dalton. Is Buck in?”

“Hold, please.”

The hold isn’t long.

“Hey, Noah. How are you?” Buck went to the same high school as us. He and I were classmates.

“Good, Buck. And you?” No matter how bad things are, I’m not going to lead off with it. That would be bad manners.

“Cut to the chase, Noah. I know why you called.”

“Farrah Conner.”

“I’ve heard the news. Who hasn’t?”

“I’m sure that’s right.

“What do you want me to do?”

“I’d like everything taken down as soon as possible. I want a public apology as well.”

“If that’s all you need, then why call me?”

“Because I don’t think she’s going to do either of those things, so if there’s any hesitation on her part, I want you to stick it to her. I want you to do what you do best.” I can visualize him plopping his feet on his desk and smiling.

“Done,” he says. “But you need to tell me. Is any of it true?”

“Not a word.”

“I’ll be in touch.”

“Thanks, Buck.”

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