Page 146 of The Fake Date Agreement

“I don’t know what you mean.”

I cross my arms. “Spill.”

She drops into a plank from a downward dog and continues down to a cobra pose. “I might have done something.”

“Punched him?” I can totally see Max doing that after the way she nearly took Caleb’s eye out, poking a finger in his face.

“Nothing like that,” she says, coolly. “Imighthave sat at a table next to his in the dining room and said alittleloudly that maybe the guy who was dating you before was a real fool because clearly the Magic Three cannot get enough of you. So, he must have been lacking in the bedroom department.”

“Youdidn’t…” I gasp.

She peers up at me through her lashes. “I lied. I didn’t say it quietly at all.”

Covering my mouth with a palm, I splutter a laugh. “What did he say?”

“Say?” Her eyes are big. “Absolutely nothing. He slammed his fork on his tray and stalked out of the room. I caught a couple of people looking at his pants, and I know what they were thinking.” She lifts her right hand, folds down all the fingers but her pinky, and wiggles it. “Well… I know whatIwould be thinking if I overheard that.”

I laugh, then I feel guilty for doing so. “Max…”

“Nope. He totally deserved it, Tobie. I have no regrets.”

“So, about the street hockey disappearance…” I start.

Her face turns blank. “Did you find your keys in your room?”

“I did. But?—”

“It’s not something I can talk about, Tobie,” she says, avoiding my gaze. “If I could, I would tell you over anyone else, but I can’t.”

I eye her for a beat and nod. “Okay.”

Her shoulders relax. “Thanks.”

“As long as you’re happy, okay?”

“I will be.”

Which means she’s not.

I worry, but this doesn’t feel like something I want to push her to talk about. “I’m here if you ever need me, okay?”

“I know,” she says with a small smile.

I straighten. I’ve been here longer than I should have and still need to shower before this party. After the BBQ meal with the rest of the team, I’m not dreading the party as much as I was the first. Javier said the team would be there, and there’s no way anyone is going to let Marc corner me like he did at the last one. “What should I do about this book?”

“Do?” She widens her eyes. “Why would you need to do anything? Javier has the book. He knows what you want.”

She grins at me then returns to a downward dog position as I turn to leave. “Stay, do yoga with me.”

“Can’t. Have a date.”

“Yeah.” She sighs. “Your thing is better than mine. Have fun for the both of us, huh?”

“Sure, will do.”

“And Tobie?”

I twist around. “Yeah?”

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