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“Race over to his apartment, push him down onto his bed, and sit on his face?” Eva asked.
“No,” I said.
Zoe looked at Eva. “You need to write a steamy horror scene and get yourself off.”
“That’s my afternoon,” Eva said with a wink.
“Okay, I have to go,” I said. “Are we good?”
“Of course we’re good,” Zoe said.
“Are you going to get Maverick?” Eva asked, wiggling her eyebrows.
I bit my lip and shook my head.
I wasn’t going to go get Maverick.
But I also wasn’t going to lose him either.
