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“My voice?” Her eyes are wide in shock.

“Yes, your voice. I heard you singing, and it re-coded my brain.” I wave my hand dramatically around my head.

“When did you hear me sing?”

“Months ago, when I came over to get you and Wren for Syd's game night, but I only left with wine.”

Charlie’s smile grows manic. “That was Wren singing. I can’t carry a tune to save my life, I’m afraid.”

“No, it was you. You were the only one home.”

“You know Wren better now. Probably better than I do. What do you think she did when she knew someone was about to force her to leave the comfort of her room and be social for a night?"

She hid. Of course she did.

It dawns on me.

“It's been her the whole time,” I whisper.

“It's been her the whole time,” Charlie agrees.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m not. You’re good for Wren. She’s been different since the two of you became friends. But Wyatt.” Charlie’s face drops. “She’s still supposed to be getting married.”

“I’m aware.”

“I don’t like it either if it makes you feel better.”

“It doesn’t.” I sigh.

“What are you going to do about it?”

What am I going to do?

Isn’t that the golden question?

There is only one option.

I've got to figure out a way to make her mine.

11

WREN

“Do you know what I think would be fun?” I ask, spinning around in Wyatt’s desk chair. I just wrapped up an online tutoring session at his place while I waited for him to get home from baseball practice.

It’s odd how comfortable I feel being in his private space. Well, after I started getting it organized for him. It took a few days of cleaning for me to be able to enter his room without feeling itchy all over.

“Let me take a wild guess. Color coding my sock drawer.”

“That wouldn’t be fun. They’re all white. Organizing them by size and style on the other hand.” I mentally add the task to my to do list.

“That makes me sad for you.” He frowns. “I already told you we’re going out to do something.” He bops me on the nose like I’m a child.

I huff a breath of annoyance. I have no idea what he has planned. If I had to guess it's going to be something where my humiliation is imminent. Worst case scenario we are spending the day outside. My only hint was Wyatt texting me to dress casual and comfortably.

His exact text was, “If you wear anything that requires dry cleaning, you’ll be going naked.”

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