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“A flake?” Puck reared back at the insult. “I’ve never been a flake in my life. I stepped up and took care of Sammi. I’m a loyal member to my club. Hell, I just came out of the hole for weighing in on a fight to protect a brother.”
What in the ever-loving f**k was she talking about? He was one of the most stable men he knew. From a young age, too.
“Yeah, but you flaked out on me,” she shot back in a bitter tone. Her hands grasped the edge of her desk like she was holding herself back from lunging over the desk and throttling him. “How do you explain that? Was it that you weren’t in love with me?”
“You know that’s not true.”
“I know nothing of the kind. If you loved me and you’re not a flake, then how do you explain what you did to me? To us?”
Christ, what a mess. He wouldn’t have b
