Hullo there, Ash.”Īshton narrowed his eyes. Vic picked up on the second ring Ashton didn’t have to see his face to know he was grinning from the sound of his voice. “If you’ll hold a moment, please,” he said, fetched his cellphone from his inside breast pocket, and pushed the third number on his speed dial. Perhaps, in this hypothetical universe where he had such friends, he wouldn’t be staring at this flinty-eyed, utterly cold behemoth of a man who stood stiffly before his desk-and apparently thought Ashton was going to give him a job.Īshton offered a thin, formal smile and lifted a finger. Friends who, at the very least, gave a damn about his ability to function as a human being. Friends who weren’t half the reason for his rapidly escalating stress levels. Friends who weren’t trying to ruin his reputation. Or at least, friends who gave better references. A SHTON H ARRINGTON TRULY NEEDED BETTER friends.
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