Brandy’s POV
I sit in my office, tapping my fingers on the desk as I await the arrival of Dalton and Kane. One of the PR team has already messaged me to tell me that they are on their way to my department and I’m psyching myself up for the battle that I know is about to take place with one particular hockey star.
The door slams open without a knock making me jump. Kane marches in, jaw set, Dalton behind him, more relaxed, hands in his pockets as he grins at me.
‘Sorry to barge in Bran’ he tells me as he approaches behind his teammate and takes a seat, ‘Grim doesn’t seem to know how to knock.’
‘It’s OK Dalton, I don’t blame you for other people’s lack of manners’ I reply tartly, straightening the pens on my desk that have moved from my knee hitting the underside when I was startled.
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