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“Temporarily.”

Fuck all if she needs to remind me again.

“We don’t know how long we’re going to have to keep this up, Grace. So for the foreseeable future, You. Are. Off-limits.”

Her gaze narrows as she glares at me.

“Okay, what happens in a month, or three months, or six, or a year?”

“Please don’t bring it back to this.” I groan and sit down. “I don’t want to keep fighting with you, all right? I miss the us that lasted for a week.”

She leans back in her chair, and a smile slips onto her lips as she sighs. “You’re right.”

I glance up.

“I am?”

She nods and bites her lip.

“I enjoyed when we got along, too.”

“Yeah?” I grin and sit up taller.

“Don’t.” She points her finger at me. “Don’t get cocky.”

I chuckle. “I’m not being cocky. I’m just relieved.”

She nods. “So am I.”

My phone buzzes just then.

Luca

Bowling. Tonight. 6 p.m. Bring the ladies.

Dutton

Done.

Hudson

Let me find a babysitter.

Miles

Quinn and I just landed in Paris. Rain check?

Linc

Umm???

Gavin

Layla is in.

Preston

Grace and I will be there.