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I head back to the kitchen to finish cooking, and I’ll be serving Brandon the usual Greek dishes I used to cook in the mansion. Satisfied with my masterpiece, I start arranging the table when my phone suddenly rings. I pull it up from my pocket and see Jason’s name on my screen.

“Jason,” I answer right away.

“It’s me.” It’s Chris who responds.

“Chris, hi. What’s up?”

“I was going to ask you when you were planning on coming back?”

“Oh, I’m coming back tomorrow. I’m sorry, C. I owe everyone one dinner, but something came up.”

“I know, and it’s okay.” He chortles. “How are you?”

I smile. “Better.”

“Is he being good to you?”

I press my lips together. “Mm. Very.”

“But does he know?”

“About—” I pause, unsure of what he means, but the notion pops up. He might be referring to him or Drake, but regardless, Brandon knows everything about me now. “Oh right, of course, so don’t worry about me.”

“Then that’s good enough for me. As long as you’re happy.”

“Thanks, C. I know we’ve been apart for a lo