[Atlas’ POV]I sit alone, staring at all the patrons that come and go from the small coffee shop I told Dean to meet me at. The bastard was already ten minutes late, and I was about ready to go hunt him down. However, before I can act on my desires, the man finally appears flushed and out of breath."Did you run all the way here?" I ask, eyeing him as he takes a seat in front of me. "Did the wife take your car keys again because you don’t spend enough time with her?""And whose fault is that?" He huffs, pulling at the tie around his neck. "You’ve been having me run so many damn errands recently.""Keep up the attitude, and I’ll triple those," I warn, taking a sip of my coffee."Sorry, sorry," he gasps, his eyes growing wide. "This one doth not know what he is saying.""That’s more like it," I chuckle, fixing my gaze on his. "Now, I didn’t call you here to argue, and I’d like to end this meeting quickly."As we spoke, Avery was at my condo cleaning, and if I managed to make it back wit
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