Page 153 of The Friend Situation

There’s a picture attached of Weston and me leaving Asher’s place. The ring on my finger is circled, and he drew arrows pointing to the headline,Weston Calloway Engaged Again!

“Oh God.” I seethe, my eyes widening.

It was rude of him to send this to everyone.

Weston leans forward, and I turn the screen around for him to see.

Dean

Who the duck is this guy?

Dean

Duck.

Dean

DUCK!

Abbi

Is this an AI image? I can’t tell. I don’t think it’s real.

Mom

Can you please watch your language, or I’m leaving this chat?!

Dean

FUCK!

I lock my phone and continue eating, trying to push the anxiety away. “He’s being a drama queen.”

“What will you do?” he asks.

“Ignore them until I can’t.” My heart races.

I thought I would have a few days to get my plan together andproperly announce it to the family. I was wrong about that. My phone continues to buzz, and Weston turns it off.

“Thanks. I guess we should’ve planned this better,” I say with a laugh.

“Is this a good time to tell you I’d like to invite you on a family holiday with my parents?” His eyes meet mine.

Butterflies flit in my stomach. “Can we not?”

“It will be fun. Plus you do need to meet my parents. They’re a lot, but they mean well.” He smirks. “I’m looking forward to my mother’s reaction since I vehemently swore I’dneverget married again.”

“But you’re not,” I say, taking a sip of my coffee.

“Okay,” he replies, moving his empty plate aside.

“Not that word again.”

His gaze slips down to my mouth and lingers a little too long.

I finish chewing my last bite and gulp it down. “You’re openly eye-fucking me now?”

“What will you do about it?”

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