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He shakes his head. “It’s totally fine. I definitely deserved it.”

My mind goes back to the events of the day. I’m glad Dani was part of helping with the BBL, even though Tiffany didn’t tell me about the two of them talking. Dani has always been there to comfort me, except when I pushed her away after breaking up with Landon.

I need to divert the conversation to something else, because he looks like his puppy ran away. I was there the last time that happened in high school and it’s hard to get him out of that funk.

The one distraction I haven’t planned on shows up next to Landon.

“Landon, you’re alive. I was beginning to think you’d been eaten by sharks back on the island or something.” Savannah practically sits in his lap, draping her arms over his shoulders.

He gently pushes her back and stands. “Is there something you need?”

I have to glance back at my tablet to avoid sending lasers at the back of her head. At least Landon didn’t let her hang all over him like before.

“Yeah, Roman was looking for you. I think he’s down by the theater.”

He turns to me. “I’ll see you later?”

I nod, turning back to the book. But my brain can’t focus because Savannah scoots back and settles into the chair Landon just vacated.

“What are you reading, Michelle?”

“It’s Rachelle,” I say, taking a deep breath to calm the jealousy raging inside. “And I’m reading The Curse of the Vampire’s Tomb.”

Her eyebrows nearly hit her hairline. “I don’t think I’ve read that one before. I usually stick to the regular romance stuff.”

I nod as politely as possible and turn back to the story. But I only absorb three words before another question pops up.

“So what’s the news about you and Landon? You seem to hang out a lot.”

Whatisthe news about us? “We are good friends.”

We were going to get married.

She gasps and I turn to see her staring at me. “It took a bit to place your voice and your face, but you’re the one who shot him at paintballing, right? I can’t believe I didn’t connect the two before.”

“That was me.”

“You must’ve dated then. There is so much tension between the two of you. Were you together for a long time?”

I frown. “Why does it matter?”

She leans over. Her eyes narrow and her smile goes a bit tight. “Because I’ve had my eye on the guy since he came from Chicago. I like to know who my competition is.”

I click off the tablet and stand. “Yeah, we dated. And even though there was a lot that happened, I still have feelings for him.”

“Good to know,” she says, sitting back.

“If you’ll excuse me, I think I’m going to get an adrenaline rush.”

I stomp away, doing the best I can to get away from the woman. And if she’s going after him, I’m going to give it my best shot to keep him. But first I need to drive.

CHAPTER27

Rachelle

Imake it to the racetrack just as the lights go out. A sign on the fence surrounding the area says the track closes at seven. I don’t have my phone on me so I’m not sure what time it is, but I’m guessing it’s close.

Mr. Beefcake comes out, turning to lock the gate.

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