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ME:It was absolutely necessary.

DREW:I’m failing to see how.

ME:It boosts morale. You don’t want to live in a house low on morale, do you?

DREW:Ever since you moved in, my house seems to be bursting with it.

ME:Do you actually want me to take it down?

DREW:. . . No.

CHAPTER 22

Jessie

FRIDAY

DREW:Where is it???

ME:I don’t know to what you are referring.

DREW:The mug. My mug. What did you do with it?

ME:Andrew, we have so many mugs. How could I possibly know which mug you’re talking about?

DREW:You know . . . white . . . looks like a snowman . . . has a carrot nose? Was on a shelf above my bedroom door and now it’s gone?

ME:Ohhhhhhhhhh.

ME:You mean this one?

ME:*picture of me drinking out of the mug at the salon with a devious smirk*

DREW:Put it back . . . or else . . .

DREW:*picture of Drew holding a Sharpie with the cap off up to beanie-cat picture*

ME:You wouldn’t!!

DREW:You have until midnight to return my mug.

DREW:P.S. I called in takeout from the burger place you like with the nasty fries. Can you stop on the way home and grab it?

ME:Only if we can rent that new movie.

DREW:I already got it.

CHAPTER 23

Jessie

Well, I’m here. At Drew’s fancy-schmancy fundraiser thingwithout him.One of his patients went into labor this morning, so he’s been bouncing back and forth between his practice and the hospital all day. I thought maybe we were going to have to bail on the event (and my epic revenge plan), but he texted me about two hours ago saying he would meet me here and to grab my ticket off the kitchen counter.

Needless to say, I was not too thrilled about the idea of showing up by myself.

So that’s why I’m hiding in the uncomfortably cold bathroom like a loser. I texted Drew incessantly as I was getting ready to ensure this very thing didn’t happen.Are you going to be on time?I texted at least five different times as the hour to leave the house grew closer.Yep!he’d say.Still on time?I asked before I ever stepped foot in my car.Yep! I’ll see you there,he said.

And then, as I was walking into the glowing ballroom of the fanciest event I’ve ever been to outside of prom a hundred thousand years ago, Drew texted me:Traffic. Gonna be late. So sorry.I wanted to hit the ground and army-crawl my way out of there, but it was too late. I’d been spotted by too many of the high-profile doctors and power couples.

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