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Chapter 91 – Ring, Ring, Red Flags

Penulis: Tiffanie Campbell
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-12-13 00:54:11

Beth

I didn’t even realize I was doing it.

One hand fluttered a piece of paper in front of my flushed face, like some old-timey southern belle trying not to swoon on a front porch swing. The other gripped my phone as I replayed the TikTok reel we’d just shot.

Stacy’s slow turn to the camera. The perfectly timed smirk. That damn lab coat moving like it had no right to move.

Yeah. It was too hot in here.

“Is it warm in here to you?” he asked from across the room, brow raised.

My heart stuttered. “Something like that,” I mumbled without thinking.

And then wanted to hurl myself directly into the recycling bin.

Before either of us could follow that up with something truly regrettable—or delightful—my phone buzzed.

Tommy.

Oh, thank God.

And also… not thank God.

I slid my thumb across the screen and tried to erase every trace of the look I knew I’d been wearing seconds earlier. My smile shifted into something tighter, thinner. One of those “I’m fine, everything’s fine” grimaces you give when
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