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“Oh, Henley,” she laughed. “It’s more than funny.”

It wasn’t.

It wasn’t funny in the least.

“Oh, and thanks for thinking I was a prostitute,” I drawled out. “A prostitute? Seriously, El?”

“Come on, Henley,” she said, finally calming down. “You said you had anappointmentwith them. What else was I supposed to think?”

“Not that I was tricking on the goddamn side!”

Ellie started laughing again and was completely honest with me when she said, “You’re going to have to call me tonight for advice, Henley. I can’t right now. This shit is too funny.”

I hung up on her.

It wasn’t even that I really needed advice. I just needed…someone to understand how hard tomorrow was going to be, I guess.

I don’t know.

I pushed the phone call with Ellie aside and got back to work. I had more important things on my mind than whether or not my sister thought I was a prostitute. I needed to make sure I had my A-game ready for tomorrow.

Dash fucking Weston.