Her CEO Stalker and Her Second Chance Mate (Adelaide) novel Chapter 77

Chapter 77

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Briar choked on her drink, and I panicked, poised to drag her out of the booth and help her breathe. She held her hand up, telling me she was OK, and I sat back.

Lana eyed me, and Mazzie bit back a smirk. Why were my best friends women? Right now, it seemed like a poor decision that would land me right to the demise of any manhood I had left

at the moment.

Briar recovered. “I’m fine,” she assured.

“Right. You’re not an item, and your not fucking,” Lana said, sarcastically.

“He just likes to fret over me. I’ve been dealing with some broken ribs, but I’m fine now,” Briar

promised, and went in for another scoop of fries. Most likely to dodge elaborating on the

current and previous topics.

“What happened?” Lana asked, pretending not to know about the abusive ex. I had told them

she was hiding from him. I hadn’t elaborated on the extent or about who, or any other details. They just knew she found out about the check I did on her and that I was torn up over it,

because, well, I admitted to liking her, and wanting to protect her to an extent.

Briar shrugged and shook her head. “I’m not going to ruin your appetite,” she said, dryly. Lana

went quiet, and Mazzie sent her a sympathetic look.

“Carter, you coming to Friday night poker? It’s been more than a month since you came last,

and I really need a reason to make Jeb not show up with his irritating girlfriend. Please! If you

come, he won’t,” Mazzie begged. Thank goddess for Mazzie changing the subject. Jebidaiah

was Mazzie’s cousin, and from what I heard, his girlfriend came from a county over, and

another pack. She was entitled, rude, and was rubbing off on Jeb in the worst of ways. He also

hated me to the core because I told him how stupid he was with every goddess–awful, foolish

decision he made.

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“Can’t. I gotta pick up Rosie and Tucker from Briar’s house.” I tried to find an excuse.

“Why are they at her house?”

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Briar snorted. “Cuz they will be sitting on my porch when I get there after lunch, same thing

every day. I don’t mind keeping them, though. You should go, have fun,” Briar urged. Lana and

Mazzie looked up hopefully.

stop by your place and grab them their dinner so you don’t have to fret after them. Or I can

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