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“I panicked!” Hanna said, throwing her hands up. “I don’t know. I can’t stay with him, Sara. You know that’s a disaster waiting to happen. Can’t he stay here?” Hanna pointed up Milo’s stairs.

“Uh,” Milo said. “Well, he could?—”

“He won’t,” Matty said. A brief glance passed between them, clearly revisiting an old wound Hanna didn’t understand.

“Then he can get a hotel!” Hanna cried. “He makes big boy Wall Street money!”

“Well, he did,” Sara said.

“Okay,” Hanna sighed. “You know what? It’ll be fi?—”

“You stay with me,” Milo cut her off.

They all turned toward him, Hanna’s chest tightening.

“Me?”

“Yeah, why not? We have fun together. You seem clean enough. Be my roomie, Arizona.” Milo flashed a wicked grin, sending a bead of sweat rolling down her neck. She hadn’t even processed the fact that moments ago their mouths had been nearly tangled up in one another, and now she was going to be his roommate?

Bad, stupid, dumb fucking decisions.

“That would actually work really well,” Sara said.

A flush crawled Hanna’s spine. She knew why he offered, and it certainly wasn’t out of the goodness of his own heart.

“It would save us all a lot of Logan drama,” Matty sighed.

“God, okay. Fine. Fine!” Hanna said, throwing her hands up.

“One more fine and I’ll buy it,” Milo said quietly, smirking.

“Alright, we’ve got, like, twenty minutes to get all your shit moved,” Matty muttered, pulling Sara out of the apartment.

“You’re a problem,” Hanna hissed at him.

Milo grinned. “I’m merely benefiting from the universe’s cruel sense of humor.”

“Milo—”

“Can’t this just be fun, Hanna? Don’t you deserve that?”

She huffed. Maybe she did.

“Fine, I gotta go pack.”

“Make sure you bring those green yoga pants you had on the other day,” Milo said, laughing and smoothing his hair back.

“You’re a problem,” she said again as he followed her across the hall.

“You like it.”

And that was, without a doubt, the biggest problem on her rapidly growing list.

ELEVEN

It was easier, they decided by committee, to spring Hanna on Logan at an early dinner.

In public.