Bye-Bye Jerk, Hello Mr. Right by Rosie Steppe

hapter 361

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Lena's face went stone cold. "I've already told you-keep this up, and it's harassment. I'll call the cops."

"Dr. Lane, it's not harassment! I just... I like you. I wanna be with you..."

I cringed so hard I could barely stand it. It reminded me of the guy who sent her flowers signed "Sancho." Was this him? I didn't care he was Sancho now.

"Dr. Lane, I swear, it was love at first sight..." Sancho even raised his hand like he was making some grand, heartfelt vow.

"But she hated you at first sight," I shot back, sliding next to Lena.

Hayden stood up too, looking like he'd be ready to step in if things got any worse.

Sancho glanced at me. "Who are you? I'm talking to Dr. Lane. Could you, like, not?"

If I'd eaten more earlier, I probably would've puked just from his voice.

It's a pure, sacred kind of love. My feelings are noble!" He actually sounded serious, but he was looking at me like I was too

Under Armour pants, and, and Skechers sneakers-yeah, all

but at least own up to who you

just in a plain tee

know?

bootleg brands like he's some big deal, was

cringe.

Dr. Lane? And what's your qualification? Got the cash to back up

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like a fish out of water. I couldn't tell if he had no idea what to say or just couldn't think

iced tea, and you think you're gonna win over Dr. Lane? Do yourself a favor-go home, and

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small crowd that had gathered around us broke

and he jabbed a finger at me. "Don't

grabbing Sancho by the wrist. The guy's hand dropped instantly, his expression shifting from anger to straight-up panic

for debate. With a firm grip on Sancho's shoulder, he guided him toward the

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the ability to speak. But I knew better-Hayden's grip probably hurt so much he couldn't get a word out if he tried.