Friends With Boundaries (That She Keeps Breaking)
“I’m going to crash at Charlie’s for a bit. Just… need some space from the Dorrington drama.”
The silence was so deep I could hear her thinking. Then, a slow, knowing laugh. “Oh. My. God. You magnificent, devious bitch. This is a play, isn’t it?”
“Emilia, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said, my voice all innocence. “I’m a heartbroken daughter seeking solace with her oldest, dearest friend.”
“You’re seeking something alright,” she snorted. “Okay, Special Ops. Go get him. And call me tomorrow. I want every detail.”
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