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Not even me.

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CALLIE

Public service announcement: the walk of shame feels much less shameful when it’s only three feet away.

I feel kind of bad sneaking out of Owen’s apartment in the morning and quietly tiptoeing back to Kennedy’s. Although the tiptoeing proves to be pointless when I gently press the front door closed, only to have the bejeezus scared out of me before I even have time to turn around.

“Well, look at who finally found her way home.” I nearly jump out of my clothes—or, in this case, Owen’s clothes—and whip around to find Kennedy standing in the entryway two feet away.

“God.” I huff out a breath. “Have you just been waiting there for me?”

She scared me, but it’s less of a jump scare than I would’ve gotten had Spencer Santos greeted me at the door, instead.

I know she’s alone, but I still catch myself peeking around the corner just to be sure.

She smiles, walking fuzzy-slipper-clad into the kitchen to set her coffee cup in the sink. “No. I’m leaving to have breakfast with my friend Emily because she caught her boyfriend cheating on her and wants to drown her sorrows in a pitcher of mimosas.”

“Oh, that’s terrible.”

“Terribly convenient. Saturdays are half-price pitchers. We are getting plastered. You should come!”

“As fun as that sounds, I have to pass. I already have plans.”

“With Hockey Boy? Way to play hard to get, Cal,” she teases.

I shoot her a look to kill. “Nope. Something better.”

“Intriguing. Do tell.”

“I’m going apartment shopping.”

This time, I smile.

She frowns. “That’s not better. I don’t see why you have to move out.”

Make that a full-on pout.I duck my way into the bathroom to rein in my sex hair and do my makeup. My cousin stomps down the hall behind me.

“Because I need to have my own place, Kennedy. You know that.”

“But isn’t it convenient here? I’m almost never home, so you have the place more or less to yourself. Plus, it’s conveniently located next to your boy toy.”

I open my mascara, talking to her in the mirror. “But I’m sleeping on your couch. And when you do come home, you’re usually not alone. Which is great for you, but awkward for me.”

She ignores my point and doubles down on her own. “Did I mention Owen lives next door?”

I offer her a warm smile in the mirror. “I’m going to miss you, too, Kenny. But I need to do this. For me.”

“Fine,” she huffs. “But I hate it.”

I give Kennedy a hug, and she goes to her room to get ready.

Kennedy’s sex life is one reason to move, but the other one was grinding against her on the dance floor last night.

I knew Spencer was crazy. With everything going on in the tabloids, I knew he was probably fuming about the damage to his reputation.

But I liked to pretend he wouldn’t do anything about it.

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