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Grace Lundy’s face lit up and she held her arms out. “Callie? What are you doing here?”

“My...I don’t really know what to call him...man’s here.”

“Wait, you’re with Sweet Pea?”

I nodded. “Yes. How did you know?”

“Flea’s my husband,” she explained. “Katie’s brother. I’m here to take her to lunch, actually. Our whole club’s been on high alert since everything that’s happened. I’m so glad Sweet Pea’s going to be okay.”

I sighed. “Me too. I can’t believe we’ve run into each other like this. I was just talking about you.”

“About me?”

“Well, about a sleep over we both went to at Taylor Beeman’s house.”

“Over spring break in eighth grade,” Grace said.

“Yes! I can’t believe you remember.”

“How could I forget? I was traumatized and you were the only one who didn’t make fun of me. I remember you let me hide with you in your sleeping bag while we watched scary movies.”

“Lost Boys,” I said.

“I still can’t eat rice to this day,” Grace said.

“Shut up,” I shouted a little too loud for a hospital hallway. “I thought I was the only one. Sweet Pea even called me crazy. Do you want to come say hi?”

“Only if he’s okay with it,” Grace said.

“Give me a second,” I said, and walked into Sweet Pea’s room.

“Hey, baby,” he said.

“Hey. You’re never going to guess who I just ran into.”

He cocked his head. “Who?”

“Remember how I told you I watched The Lost Boys at a slumber party?”

“Ah, yeah.”

“Well, Grace was at that same party, and guess who she is?”

“Who?”

“Flea’s wife.”

“Oh, shit. I know Grace. She’s cool as fuck.”

I nodded. “I know. She wants to say hi, if you feel up to it.”

“Tell her to get in here.”

I set my food on the table and then called Grace in.

She walked in and gently hugged my man, then leaned against his bed. “You freaked us the fuck out, Sweet Pea. I almost hid the keys to Flea’s bike.”

“I know, babe, sorry.”

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