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“Okay, that’s enough.” I turned off the TV. “Just tell me what’s going on, Nigel.”

“Nothing is going on.”

“Then why do you keep sighing heavily and staring at me?”

“I always stare at you and breathe heavily. It’s just how I breathe.”

“Nigel,” I said firmly.

“Fine!” He threw the paper. “I have a secret.”

I just waited, but he didn’t go on. “What is it?”

“A good houseboy never shares his secretses.”

“If you didn’t want to tell me, you wouldn’t have made it so obvious you had one.”

He shook his head. “I can’t tell you. Master Tanner would be very cross with me. And I’m looking to take some vacation days for arenovation I’m doing. I’ll need a month off, so I must be on my best behavior.”

What renovations?“Just spill it, Nigel.”

“Which secret do you want?”

How many secrets did he have? “The one that has you sighing.”

He pressed his lips together. “Okay, fine! But I’m only telling you because I like Kennedy very much after our pizza night and today. And sometimes Master Tanner is wrong. Rarely, but sometimes.”

Every word out of his mouth twisted my stomach into knots. “What’s going on with Kennedy?”

“Tanner’s having someone pick her up and take her to a fancy dinner.”

Oh no.I knew where this was going. And it wasn’t a secret. Tanner had told me it was going to happen. And I’d completely forgotten about it.

“With Felix,” Nigel said.

“Yeah, I got that.” I stood up. “Where are they meeting?”

“Master Tanner’s favorite Thai restaurant.”

“The one he always says is so romantic?” God, why did I even know this information?

Nigel nodded.

Fuck.“Okay. I’m going.” I stood up.

“You can’t go!” Nigel said. “At least…not without…Francois!” He gave me a cheeky little smile.

“Okay, Francois. Let’s go ruin their date.”

“Yes! Just let me go get my Francois outfit.”

“Hurry though.” Felix was not stealing Kennedy from me. He’d done his best to steal Brooklyn away in high school. There was no way I was gonna let that happen again.

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“The costume doesn’t make any sense, though,” I said for the fifth time. Not that it mattered now. We were already walking into the restaurant.

“But this is Francois’ signature style,” Nigel said.