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I smirk as I respond, knowing what Ford is alluding to.

Let’s just say… it’s been an interesting journey.

Allie is going to be Mrs. Byrns in Vegas.

And I didn’t even have to kidnap her!!

Ford instantly texts me privately.

ARE YOU INSANE?

Define insane.

There’s only ONE definition, dumbass.

Did she agree to this?

You can’t just MARRY her.

Why not?

Jesus Christ! What are you gonna do? Put a gun to her head and force her down the aisle?

I hadn’t considered that. Good idea!

Don’t you fucking dare!

I swear on my nuts, Allie’s going to MURDER you if you try this shit!

She already tried and failed.

Now she’s MINE!

JESUS CHRIST.

TELL ME YOU DIDN’T KNOCK HER UP!?!?

We’ll be in Vegas in two days.

I’m laughing so hard people at the gas pumps look over at me. Probably thinking I’m insane like Ford said.

I know that jackass is losing his damn mind. And it’s funnier than hell!

He thinks I knocked Allie up.

I frown.

We haven’t talked about it, but I saw her birth control in her bag when I was snooping. So unless she’s been skipping pills....

If she has, there might be a little Connor—or Allie—running around in nine months.

I don’t hate the idea.

At all.

My phone beeps again.

CONNOR! I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD!!!

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