Page 115 of The Best Friend Power Play

"Go for it."

He sets off on this random—and hilarious—tangent of Fraser getting into a bidding war with some rich oligarch who also wants to buy the moon for his fiancée.

A high-pitched giggle escapes me.

"So then the oligarch challenges him to a hot wings eating contest which puts Fraser in a bind since the dude can't handle heat at all…"

My giggle turns into full-blown laughter.

We're both lying on the floor, side by side, laughing so much that I don't notice there are two faces peering down at us, filling my vision like a big-screen TV.

"Are you guys puppets?"

Evie opens and closes her mouth a few times. "Puppets?"

"Culver." I nudge Culver. "Is the puppet that looks like Evie talking?"

"What are you two doing back here?" Fraser asks.

"We kinda…fell."

Culver's response isn't really that funny, but for some reason, it sets me off into another fit of laughter. I hear Culver say something that sounds like, "Help me get her up," and a few moments later, he and Fraser are lifting me off the ground.

Then suddenly we're outside.

Evie hugs me extra hard and whispers something into my ear I don't really hear, but reply to with an eager, "Sure will!" anyway.

Then suddenly a car pulls up.

Culver's hand is on my head as he helps me in.

We take off.

The streets are quiet. It feels like thirty seconds later we're outside a house that looks real familiar.

My head starts to hurt a little.

Oh, the house is my house. We're home.

That was fast.

I step out of the car.

Then suddenly my house is shaking from left to right, and I lose my balance. Culver holds onto me.

I panic. "Is there an earthquake?"

"No earthquake," he says, gently guiding me toward the shaking house. "Everything is fine."

Everything is not fine.

My vision goes wonky, and I think I'm going to be sick.

"Culver!"

"It's okay, it's okay. I'm right here."

Then suddenly I'm in my bathroom.

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