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Roman: Fucking Mapquest led you right to me.

I burst out laughing.

Me: OMG THAT'S WHY YOU CALL HIM THAT???

Roman: Go home.

I grin.

Me: Goodnight, Hot Lips.

Roman: I fucking hate Beck.

I laugh all the way home.

Don’t worry, Hot Lips. I’ll see you sooner than you think.

33

CALLIE

I can't stop thinking about Hot Lips.

Which is a sentence I never expected to think.

Especially since the lips in question are Roman’s.

Although, to be fair, they are very good lips. I've personally tested them. Thoroughly.

But that's not the problem.

The problem is Beck’s words, bouncing around in my head since I left Roman's house.

It involves a woman.

Who is she?

More importantly, where is she?

Because I'd really prefer her to be far, far away.

Another state would be acceptable. Another country would be better. Preferably with an ocean between Roman and her.

I glance at Alibi. He's standing in the middle of my bed while I arrange his blanket.

“What?”

He stares at me.

“I'm not jealous.”

His head tilts.

“I'm curious.”

Another head tilt.

“There's a difference.”