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“Yes. But you always have been. Ain’t nothing new,” Finn smirks.

“Just because I’m drunk doesn’t mean I can’t throw a punch.”

“Yeah, yeah. Go sober up. Shower, you stinky beast, and then meet us at the gym,” Finn orders as he stands.

“Alright. Yeah.”

I don’t know what I’d do without them.

Chapter 89

HALLIE

My fingers hover over Conan’s number. I’m so close to hitting dial.

After taking a couple of days to process the hate-fuck-turned-love-making session a few nights ago, I’ve come to one conclusion—I have to know the truth.

Because I can’t let this man go. Even despite the games. The more my brain replays what happened and who he really is, the more I can’t help but think there really is more to it.

That if he was truly that awful of a person, he wouldn’t be so wrecked by losing me.

He wouldn’t have let me fall in love with him in the first place.

That’s the one official conclusion I’ve made in the nights eating only ice cream for dinner—I love Conan.

And I don’t think there’s anyone else out there for me.

He asked me to hear him out. I’ll give him that before I make my final decision.

I toss my phone down as the door opens.

“We’re playing a game,” Lily announces, holding up a bag and rushing over to the table.

I close my laptop. My search for nursing jobs is still going nowhere. I’m just being a baby, scared to ask Dr. Quinn for my job back.

“What game?”

She tips out the contents of the bag—boxes and boxes of pregnancy tests.

“Pregnancy roulette,” she says dryly.

“You think you’re pregnant?” I ask warily.

“I’m a day late.”

“A day? I love the drama with you,” I chuckle, picking up a test.

“Better to be safe than sorry.”

“And I’m involved in this how? I didn’t have a one-night stand in Barbados.”

She glares at me.

“No. You didn’t. But you’ve been hooking up with Conan still.”

Oh. Yeah.

“True.”

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