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“Hmm, let’s see. The fellas and I did talk about having a triple date with these set of triplets who mastered driving us crazy.”

Phoebe blushed hard. “Fellas as in you, Derek, and Luke?”

“Yeah, but I’ve changed my mind. There’s this hot lil cutie I’ve wanted to get all to myself for at least a few days,” he said. “She doesn’t know it yet, but I’m going to pick her up in the next hour or so.”

Phoebe’s eyes widened. “The next hour or so? Well that’s not enough time to let your date know, especially if she’s one of those girls who needs to prepare for any special occasion in detail.”

Quentin grinned. “Ah, you’re right, but it’s too late now.”

“Where will you be taking her? There are so many things for her to do.”

“I was hoping she would enjoy an evening… or two… with me in Paris, so she would need to pack a bag for at least three days.”

Phoebe clutched the phone. She was no novice when it came to traveling. She and her sisters had been almost over the globe and back. But spending days… and nights… with Quentin in the city of love sent an surplus of chills sailing down her spine.

“Paris,” Phoebe said in a breathy voice. Her heart knocked, and in another second, she felt herself lean into the hallway wall.

“Yes, my lady love, Paris.”

Phoebe exhaled with a feeling mixed with gratification and harmony.

“I would love to go to Paris with you, Quentin,” she said. “I can’t promise I’ll be ready in an hour and a half though.”

Quentin chuckled. “If you’re not, we will take what you have and buy the rest later.”

Phoebe grinned. “Okay…” she sang.

“I’ll see you soon, beautiful.”

“See you soon,” she responded, ending their call.

“I guess I don’t have to ask if you have plans,” Jasmine said.

Phoebe glanced over at her sister and smiled brightly. “Jealous?”

“It depends,” Jasmine said. “I didn’t hear where he was taking you.”

Phoebe poked her lips out. “Paris.”

A jovial smile splayed across Jasmine’s face, and she pierced her fingers together. “Just a little jealous.”

Phoebe laughed and strolled down the hallway to her bedroom where she spent the next hour and a half preparing for their getaway to France. As Phoebe moved, she hummed a tune with a dreamy smile on her face. The thought of being with Quentin for so long warmed her loins in anticipation. When Phoebe was done, she flipped her suitcase and pulled the handle out on it as she strolled out of the room. Upon entering the living room, she was met with Eden’s smirking smile.

“What?” Phoebe said.

“I just want you to know that, that little stunt you and Quentin pulled at the game,” Eden kissed the tip of her fingers and snapped, “it was perfect!”

They both fell into laughter.

“We didn’t plan it!” Phoebe said. It was the first time she’d had a conversation about it besides when she spoke with Jordan.

“You might not have, but I feel it in my spirit that Quentin did it on purpose.”

Phoebe tilted her head to the side. “How?”

“Come on, Phoebe,” Eden said, crossing her arms. “After that big ol’ fight with Jonathon, he turns around and takes you somewhere that is so public there is no way you wouldn’t be spotted. Even if,” Eden continued, already knowing what her doppelganger would say next, “he didn’t have control over the kiss cam, he still knew being there together would put you in the news. The kiss cam was just the touch he needed. Quentin is literally confessing out loud that you’re his girl without even saying a word.” Eden shrugged. “And I can only hope that Derek will be that brave.”

Phoebe hadn’t thought about it that way. But hearing Eden say it made sense. It also made her warm up inside even more than before. Eden glanced at her bag with a raised brow, but before she could ask the doorbell rang.

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