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“I’m sorry, but what is he doing here?” I say. I understand he might want to hang out with Owen and the guys, but it’s a big house. Heck, it’s a big yard. Do they really have to hover over us and ruin caramel iced coffee time?
Hendrix points a finger at Griffin and blurts, “It’s his fault.”
“Can you guys please just leave us alone for five minutes?” Emily cries. “There’s Molson in the fridge.”
Owen jerks his chin to his friends, and they all go back into the house.
“And cookies,” I say to their retreating backs. “Make sure you eat all the cookies.”
Emily pulls a face. “Are you on a diet?”
I snort. “No.”
“Then why are you trying to get them to polish off the cookies? Sugar cookies are your favorite. I can hide them from sight if you don’t want the temptation.”
I let out a half laugh. “Believe me, I’m not tempted.”
Not by the cookies, anyway.
“So,” she says. “You were about to tell me what happened to you today?”
“No, no. What was that all about? Owen and the guys? What do you need to tell me?”
Emily sets her mason jar on the side table and bites her lip.
“Spill it,” I say.
“Okay, okay.” She holds up both palms. “First of all, I want you to know I love you and love having you here—and Owen feels the same. So you don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”
I’m starting to get a headache already because nobody starts a conversation like that and it not be bad news.
“I put in an application on a studio just yesterday,” I say. “You don’t need to worry about me for much longer.”
“Oh, it’s not that,” she says quickly. “We love having you here.”
“No you don’t, hun. Let’s be honest.”
“Iambeing honest. I’ve always thought it would be fun if we were roommates. But you were stuck in that crappy lease…”
“Emily, this is not a roommate situation, and we both know it. Also, no amount of bleach will entice me to use your kitchen again. No offense.”
She blinks, then opens her mouth to say something about that but thinks better of it. I’m not sure she gets me, but I’d rather not have that discussion right now.
“Anyway,” she says. “Have you been on social media lately?”
I wave my arm. “I’m mad at socials right now.”
“Why?”
“The algo hates me. Never mind that. What was Hendrix talking about when he said it’s Griffin’s fault? What exactly is Griffin’s fault, and why does it concern me?”
She sighs really big. “Okay. I’m going to just say it. Like ripping off a Band-Aid. Griffin may have…accidentally said something to the press. And…”
Dramatic pause.
“And?” I coax.
“And…nowtheythinkyou’remarriedtoSawyer.”
