He absolutely hated asking for Maisie, hated knowing he was willingly asking for her because of his knee, but he had done a pedigree and something didn’t feel right, something felt wrong. And the worst part of this was the fact that he could feel himself panicking, could feel his heart pounding in his chest as a pain went through his leg when he moved it slightly. He didn’t want to be out again, didn’t want to be gone for another near year, training to be better, not so damn soon.
“Took you long ‘nough,” he grunts when he finally sees the woman, smiling apologetically for taking his worries out on her through his tone and his grunt and his sour mood.
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