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“My phone, Paige,” he sighed. “Sorry I left it on the counter.”
“I saw the message, Cole.”
He didn’t hesitate. He grabbed the orange juice and poured some.
“Alyssa,” I said louder. “Your trainer.”
“Yeah, Paige,” he said, leaning against the counter. “I’ve been meaning to tell you.”
“Tell me what, Cole?” I demanded.
He took another sip of orange juice like he was casually watching a game.
“That I’m with Alyssa now. She makes me happy! You’ve let yourself go, and that’s on you.”
“You’re with her?” I asked.
“Yes.”
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