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“Okay.”

“Excellent.” He sighed, long and loud.

“So…fess up. What’d you say to Sabine?”

He cleared his throat.

“I’m waiting.”

Something was muttered under his breath that I didn’t catch.

“Sorry?”

“I told her it was a pleasure to meet her,” he grumbled.

I gasped.

“It’s not that bad,” her replied defensively.

My eyes widened as I stared at him.

He finally glanced at me and then rolled his eyes.

“You did not,” I said, utterly aghast.

“Shut up.”

“Oh shit,” I breathed out. “What’d she say?”

“She slapped me and left.”

I almost laughed, but I covered it with a lot of coughing.

“It’s not funny.”

“No, it’s really not.” I agreed wholeheartedly. “Jesus.”

“You’re not helping.”

I flipped through the pictures again.

“Say something else.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know.”

“Should I say oh shit? ’Cause I’m thinking oh shit.”

“Jory—”

“Oh shit,” I breathed out again, my mouth falling open.

“It happens.”

“No,” I assured him, shaking my head.

“It does.”