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“My stamina? I’m not—my stamina is fine.”

Aidan whistles. “Fine? Yikes.”

Conor is silently shaking with laughter in the driver’s seat.

“I can’t believe I’m explaining this to you, but it was after the third round, okay? My stamina is fucking fantastic.”

“Speaking of, where’s your grad school thingy?”

“Speaking of? How is that a speaking of?” I question.

“I don’t know. We were just talking about you and I thought of it. You never stuck anything on the fridge.”

I shake my head, torn between exasperation and amusement. I spend a lot of time in that state around Aidan.

“I was waiting until I picked a school.”

“And?”

“I’m going to Penn.”

It’s the first time I’ve said that aloud so definitively. It sounds right. And it feels amazing to have made a decision.

“Congrats, man,” Conor says. “That’s an awesome school.”

“Penn’s in Philadelphia, right?” Aidan asks.

“Yeah,” I confirm.

“Sweet. I love cheesesteaks.”

“You love all food,” Conor corrects.

“Well, my stomach knows it was supposed to be eating a burrito by now, so yeah.”

Conor parks outside of our favorite Mexican restaurant, and we all pile out of the car.

Before I can even shut my car door, Aidan’s pulling me in for a hug and pounding my back. “I’m proud of you, Morgan. All those hours in the library paid off. And, you got the girl.”

I told Conor and Aidan about meeting Eve freshman year fully expecting them to tease me about it for the foreseeable future. But they surprised me. Phillips said he knew I was a secret romantic. Hart said he clocked my interest in Eve as soon as I put soy milk in the grocery cart.

“Thanks, Phillips.”

“Try to work on the whole tardiness thing though, ’kay?”

I roll my eyes and shove him away. “Take your own advice. I was lateonce. You’realwaysten minutes behind.”

“Going to have to side with Morgan on this one,” Conor says, rounding the front of his car and walking toward us.

Aidan rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, Captain.”

I sling my arms around my best friends’ shoulders and steer them toward the restaurant.

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

EVE

Apillow lands on my face right as the rookie FBI agent is headed to a remote cabin to track down the suspected killer. I drop the paperback, yank out my headphones, and glare at a grinning Harlow.

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