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

toe. His Nike shirt, Under Armour pants, and,

at least own up to who you

he was just in a plain tee and work pants-nothing flashy, but

know?

his bootleg

cringe.

on his watch-a phony Rolex Submariner. I almost laughed. "You like Dr. Lane? And what's your qualification? Got the cash

L

a fish out of water. I couldn't tell if

in. "Dude, you're the type to cry over a five-cent hike in iced tea, and you think you're gonna win over Dr. Lane? Do yourself a favor-go

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crowd that had gathered around us broke into

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

The guy's hand dropped instantly, his expression shifting from anger

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

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better-Hayden's grip probably hurt so much he couldn't get a word out if he tried. Through the glass window, I watched as