Page 93 of The Fake Out Flex

I can put the Fraser story on the backburner, and in the meantime, try to come up with something that doesn't involve him.

That feels like the right thing to do.

Evie: How are you settling into Comfort Bay, Amiel?

Amiel: I looove it here. I work in the mornings and spend my afternoons at the beach. This is the life I always dreamed of.

Beth: What are you doing at the beach? Because if you want to pick up hot, rich, eligible men, the marina is where you want to be.

Amiel: Ha. As if a hot, rich, and eligible bachelor would be interested in me. No. I lie under an umbrella, try not to tan—well, peel, since I am a redhead—and get through the pile of great books someone hooked me up with.

Beth: They are pretty great, aren't they?

Amiel: The best. Especially the hockey romances. I love that they're clean and sweet but are still so emotional and funny.

Summer: Speaking of hockey players…

Evie: *ducks for cover*

Summer: Come on, girl. Spill. What's happening with you and Fraser? Give us the latest.

As I think about how to answer that, another message comes through.

It's from Fraser.

Fraser: Can you please call me when you're ready? Want to hear how your meeting went.

I jump back into the group chat.

Evie: I have to go. Fraser just texted.

Beth: Oh, I see how it is. You're that girl who dumps her friends the second her hot high school crush texts.

Evie: I am not.

Evie: Wait. Okay, maybe I am.

Evie: A little.

Beth: Hahaha. I'm just teasing. We'd all do the same thing in your shoes.

Hannah: 100%.

Amiel: For sure.

Summer: But before you go, a quick update. Please! I feel like I haven't seen you in forever.

Evie: Sorry. Work has been hectic, and his schedule is insane. So we've been chat dating every night.

Beth: What on earth is that?

Hannah: I believe it's using the device we're all currently on but, like, talking into it? Am I right, Evie?

Evie: Exactly. And you know me, I love trying new things.

Summer: How has it been?

Evie: Incredible. Fun. Sweet.

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