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"Do you have to? Can I have you to myself?"
"That's not so bad," Alex pointed out.
"Sam's on her way over." I texted in reply.
"Sweet, we'll handle anything! You don't need Alex!"
"But-Why would Max-"
I shook my head at Alex. I sent, "Put the boots on."
"But I haven't lost a drop on you!" Max sent me. "Anything you want! I'm yours like I should be!"
"Boots. Now." I didn't want to present that tone. Alex had a death grip on my thigh. I squeezed her fingers.
"I hated my best friend!" There were dozens of crying emojis. "I have to find her."
I sent a selfie of the two of us.
"Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!" came the immediate reply. "You look like you're at Tara's, I'll be there in a heartbeat!"
"No." I sent. "Get Sam there and boots her too."
"Waffles and breakfast sandwiches!" Gretchen announced herself again. I looked up and saw the woman, the redhead, the meddler, I needed to see. Her lips cocked. "Now what else can I do for you?"
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