Blunt Pain
“Don’t be mean, give him the rest of his food.”
North handed him the paper bag, and Axl grinned. “Thanks.”
“So, if Axl only fights every second Saturday, what are we doing this Saturday?” Merit looked questioningly at them.
“Every second Saturday is date night for us,” Aspen said.
“Yeah, date night for me, too,” Axl said. He watched her face carefully, the way her expression stilled for half a heartbeat.
Something flickered in Merit’s eyes, and North shook his head. “He means with Peyton.”
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