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The Seance (Harrison Investigation #5) The Party (The Proposition #0.5)

I’ve never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth, or in this case, an escape route. Super party, Lex. See ya. Then I follow Drew to the door. And if you look to the far side of the ballroom, you’ll see Rosaline—following me with her eyes.

Waking up in a place that’s not yours is always slightly disorienting. My eyes open to sunlight streaming through sheer purple curtains and to a clothes-cluttered bedroom. Last night, Dee and I talked some more after going inside her apartment. Turns out, she didn’t have sex with the homeboy. She said he spent the majority of their time at her apartment on the phone with a friend. Idiot. She asked me if it would’ve bothered me if she had—my answer was yes. But . . . I would’ve gotten over it.I slip on a pair of boxers, then I follow the smell of bacon and the sound of music to the kitchen. Dee stands at the stove with her back to me, singing along to Beneath Your Beautiful that pours out from the stereo, which is mounted below her cabinet.

Crash into You (Pushing the Limits #3)

Her voice is adorably bad—off-key and screechy—like a mating cat’s. Her reddish-blond hair is pinned up with chopsticks—still color-streaked from last night—and the only piece of clothing she’s wearing is my button-down, blue shirt. As the song ends, I applaud.She spins around, spatula in hand. Morning.She shrugs. Since I was making you breakfast, I decided to go full fledged cliché and wear it.

Imprudence (The Custard Protocol #2)

I step up close and plant a sweet kiss on her lips. She smiles, shyly. Are you hungry?Dee hands me two glasses of orange juice and grabs a platter of bacon and scrambled eggs from the counter. We sit at her small, two-chaired dining table and dig in.

Organic turkey bacon. It’s like crack. One taste, you’ll never do pork again.

As we eat, I take the opportunity to check out her place. Before, I was much too preoccupied with making her moan. It’s neater than I expected, and eclectic. A red recliner whose fabric has seen better days is stationed next to a round, mosaic-topped table, adjacent to a comfy looking beige couch with a soft, brown blanket thrown across the back. Floral pillows of all shapes are scattered around, and a tall lamp with a beaded fringe shade stands in the corner. Just a few picture frames decorate the walls—one is of Delores, standing next to a thin woman with similar hair color, who I assume is her mother. Another is of Dee, at about thirteen, with one arm around the shoulders of a braces-adorned Kate Brooks, and the other arm around a brown-haired boy, who must be Dee’s cousin. All three are wearing roller skates.Dude, you gotta man up. Whatever happened between you and Kate—however badly you f**ked up—it’s not gonna get any better if you don’t come out and deal with it.

I try taunting him. In all the years we’ve known each other, I never would’ve guessed you were capable of being such a gigantic pu**y. You realize you’re completely wrecking my image of you, right?Come on, Drew. Open the door. Remember how I was after Rosaline? You were there for me . . . let me return the favor.

How We Deal with Gravity

Third strike, and I’m out.I tap the door, the way I’d tap Drew’s fist if these were better days. Okay, man, have it your way. I’ll be back tomorrow, all right?

The door vibrates from the impact of the ball on the other side, and I know he’s heard me.I shake my head as I walk back to the elevator. Because tomorrow, when I come back, I won’t be alone. I really didn’t want to have to do this—but it’s been a frigging week. He’s left me no choice.

It’s time to go nuclear.I exit the lobby of the building, stepping out onto the sidewalk. Then I take my phone out and dial.

She picks up after two rings, greeting me by name.Hey, Alexandra. Listen, I need your help . . . it’s about Drew.

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