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Reese: Have you told her yet? I’m starting to sweat, Grant. The miscommunication trope is not it. You’re probably wondering why I even know what the fuck that is. It’s because Viv keeps making me read these sexy books with her.

Reese: I am quite enjoying them, but that’s besides the point.

Reese: Do not ignore me or I’m going to fly back down there and show up at your front door again. Only this time I’m not fucking leaving.

Lane: Reese, do you realize that you’re a stage five clinger? Let the man breathe. He’ll do it when the time is right. And then tell us, right Grant?

Reese: Now is the time Lane. Carpe fucking diem. It’s time for him to go get his girl.

For fuck’s sake. I groan, thumbing through message after message, a smile tilting my lips even though they’re both ridiculous.

Grant: Stop panicking. I told her.

Reese: THANK FUCK. Now tell me everything. I’ve been waiting by my phone like an idiot. heart eyes X 9

Lane: You’ve been watching Paradise Island again haven’t you?

Reese:… No. I have not.

Lane: Bullshit.

Reese: Fine. Yes, I watched a few episodes before I fell asleep with Viv. And no I do not know who Greer ends up with.

Reese: It wasn’t Russ though, I’ll tell you that much.

Lane: You’re literally proving my point.

Reese: I saw it on insta.

Reese: Stop deflecting on behalf of Grant. Grant, spill the beans dude. For the love of God please give me the goods.

Grant: There’s nothing to tell. I told her how I felt, and she feels the same, and everything’s good.

Lane: Good. I’m happy for you, dude. You seem happy and that’s all that matters to us.

Reese: Awwwwww, Lane. That was so sweet.

Reese: What he said though. I’m glad you got your girl, and that you’re happy.

Reese: Plus Viv is obsessed with her and literally has not shut up about her since she met her. Which means it would be hella awkward if they had sleepovers and you two weren’t a thing

Grant: Everything’s good.

Reese: Maybe we should have a sleepover? That sounds fun

Lane: I’m blocking you

Reese: Yeah fucking right. Anyway, I gotta tell you about the playdate I took Boo to earlier.

Reese: It was the cutest fucking thing of my life, and now they’re best friends.

Reese: picture of Boo with new bff

I’m about to respond to the cute-as-shit photo of Boo with a tabby kitten when I hear the sound of the front door opening and then shutting. Auggie springs from the couch with speed I did not know his chubby legs possessed, bounding toward the hallway.

A moment later, Addie walks into the living room with a smile when she spots me on the couch.

“Hi. How did batting practice go?” she asks as she sets her purse down next to the coffee table, along with a small takeout box from the bakery, and makes her way toward me. “And the meeting with your agent?”

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