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CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR

London

I’m sure the three of them will have a good time. I know Afton won’t do anything to make them uncomfortable.

“London,” Scott calls out.

“Oh, hey, Scott.”

“Whatcha up to?”

“I have to run some errands,” I tell him.

“Mind if I tag along?”

“No, jump in.” He’s always seemed weird, like off, and most definitely clingy, but he’s not a bad guy. Weird, like “a recluse that only stays in and plays chess with his cat” weird. We ride in silence for a bit, then I ask him, “How did your bank job work out?”

“Good. I’m a stock trader now, upper office with a view.”

“That’s awesome,” I tell him honestly.

“You’re retired now?”

“Yeah, I own the gym in town, coaching others to their dreams.”

“I bet you’re really good at it.”

“Thanks, I try.”

“Look, about that date . . . I was nervous,” he admits.

“It’s not your fault,” I say as I pull up to the grocery store. “I was in a bad place.”

“I know you’re on a dating show, but maybe we could just be friends,” he suggests.

“Sure. Come on, I have to grab a feast.” I nudge him toward the store.

“Oh, for the dinner tomorrow.” He inclines his head.

“Yeah.”

“Shane is a really good cook.” He glances at me out the corner of his eye as we walk. “I wish I had one on hand at my apartment.”

“Wait. If you have a job, why are you here?”

“Trading isn’t as glamourous as people think,” he says with a shrug. “I needed a job while I do my other online, but I need the extra income.”

“Gotcha.” I nod, pulling out the list.

He grabs a cart, and we meander through the aisles as I toss things in.

“Lots of food,” he says.

“You haven’t met some of the guys. They eat a lot.”

“You put away two steaks at that bar.” He snorts out a laugh.

“I was still working out twice a day and fighting. Now, I just eat one.”

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