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DYLAN: Your timing is perfect, man. My sister is a physical therapist at Heartwood U and they’re looking for a doctor and nurse. They’ve been looking for a while. They’re struggling to find someone that understands football

Football?Excitement takes over me as I realize how perfect this is.

ZANE: Thanks, man. My friend knows everything one can know about football. Is your sister the PT for the team?

DYLAN: Yep. The team Wes came from. I’m sure he could help you out too. Does she live in San Francisco? It’s just under an hour drive from here

Dammit. I should have specified that she lives in LA. But it’s better than nothing.

ZANE: She doesn’t but she might be willing to move. Thank you. I think she’d be perfect for the role

LUKE: She? (wink emoji)

Of course, Luke chooses now to join the conversation. Ignoring him, I wait for Dylan to reply, my excitement building.

DYLAN: If you send me your friend’s details, I can pass them on

ZANE: That would be great. Thanks, man

REED: That saves me from helping. I don’t have contacts but I was willing to track someone down

I chuckle again.Of course you were, Reed.

ZANE: Thanks everyone. While I have you, any recommendations for a good place to eat in LA?

DYLAN: Bo-Bo’s Eatery

REED: Bo-Bo’s Eatery

LUKE: Bo-Bo’s all the way

Bo-Bo’s it is. It saves me from having to think about it. My brain’s a little fried right now.

Another message comes through and I groan.

LUKE: I thought you were sick? (smirk emoji)

Dammit, Luke.

ZANE: Cough. Cough

Luke changed the group name to “Zane’s Support Group”

Fuck.What the hell does that mean?

LUKE: I thought it was time

EASTON: I’ll repeat my much earlier statement, Zane. Welcome to Hell. It’s your turn now

Zane: Fuck

A few hours later, I’m sitting in Bo-Bo’s and trying not to moan like a horny teenager touching a woman for the first time. It turns out, those assholes aren’t so bad. Dylan helped me with Blair, and this food might actually give me an orgasm. It’s that good.

“Another beer?” my server asks seconds after I’ve finished my first one, and while I’m grateful for the attention, I shake my head.

“No, thanks.”One is my limit.

“Can I get you anything else? You look like you’re enjoying the food.”