Levi.

Morrison walked over to me, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“Are you and Grace official?” he asked.

That seemed like a random question. He wasn’t asking me so he could make a play for her, surely? If he was, we were about to have a big fucking problem. Teammate or not.

“Why?” I bit.

“I, ugh, just saw her go upstairs with Ryker Richardson.”

What the actual fuck.

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