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Before his team rolls into Copper Valley.

Not that I can get time off to do it in person right now like I wanted to.

“Might want to tell him sooner,” Lavoie says.

“Who’s saying what?”

This time, he pulls his phone out and opens it to an app I don’t use often.

It’s mostly pictures instead of videos.

And right at the top of the screen is a picture of me with Adelaide.

With the old logo for Makepeace Cellars clearly visible on the barrel behind us.

I suck in a breath.

Lavoie pulls up the comment section.

It’s always the comment section.

It’salwaysthe comment section.

And right there, top comment—Isn’t that the winery where the wedding wrecker lives? That bitch who destroyed his best friend’s wedding?

Fuuuuuck.

I take Lavoie’s phone and open the replies to the comment.

And that’s when my blood runs cold.

People on the internet are doing what people on the internet do, and they’re talking shit.

About Ginny.

A little about me—whatever—but mostly about Ginny.

About rumors that we were at Zander’s show together.

Left a hotel together.

Made pottery together.

They’re starting to piece together that it’s Ginny in the background, laughing on my pottery video.

I shove Lavoie’s phone back at him and dial Mabel on mine.

“Saw the news?” Mabel says by way of greeting.

“Shit.”

“Ginny’s still sleeping.”

“Good. Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?”

“We’ve got her, Declan. This is what we do.”

“How bad is it?”