“Goodnight, my little rose. I won’t get scared. I promise. I’ll be right down the hall if you need me, okay?”
 
 She nods, and Lenny’s smile grows before she walks away.
 
 Oh, what the hell?
 
 I pull my phone from my pocket.
 
 Emmie
 
 What the hell, Mav? Why are your mom, your godmother, and your aunt here with bottles of wine and cupcakes when it’s time for Rosie to go to bed?
 
 Maverick
 
 Emmie, it’s Ryker. Good luck. You’re about to get grilled.
 
 Emmie
 
 Grilled? What? Why? What do you mean grilled?
 
 Ryker, give Maverick back the phone.
 
 Maverick
 
 Just relax, hot nanny. They’ll love you. They love everyone. Well, not so much Amelia. But Belles and Lenny love everyone.
 
 Emmie
 
 Jameson Murphy, give Maverick the phone or I’ll tell him you grabbed my ass yesterday during yoga.
 
 Maverick
 
 He what?
 
 Emmie
 
 He was falling because he has absolutely no balance. He wasn’t trying to grab me, but I needed something to threaten him with.
 
 Why am I about to get grilled, Mav?
 
 Maverick
 
 Because my family has a phone tree bigger and faster than any school ever could. News spreads faster through them than it does on social media.
 
 Emmie
 
 What news? There is no news.
 
 Maverick
 
 . . .
 
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 . . .
 
 The dots stop and start a few times before disappearing.
 
 Emmie