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Geo grins, but it’s not genuine. “Yeah, sure.”

Geo says nothing to me the entire hike back to the parking lot. Instead, he sidles up next to Mateo and Dare. Which only pisses me off more, and when we get to the parking lot, I make a beeline for my truck. He walks past me, toward the large black SUV Mateo is standing in front of.

“Hey, where are you going?” I call.

Geo turns to look at me with eyes of fury as he piles into the car next to Dare. “Out with my actualfriends.”

So this is how I die a second time.

CHAPTER 23

Geo

I pourmyself another glass of champagne as Felix raises an eyebrow.

“You know you don’t have to run through your missed teenage years in five days, right, Geo?” His tone is clipped.

Duncan settles next to him, setting down a plate of nachos.

I shoot him a glare as the blur starts to set in. “I’m taking a page of my sister’s book,” I say petulantly. “Apparently she drinks when the men in her life fuck her over.”

Felix raises both his eyebrows as Mateo grabs the flute from my hand.

“Hey, I was drinking that,” I whine.

“You aren’t going to find the answer to your problem at the bottom of your glass, Geo. Trust me.”

Dare climbs into Mateo’s lap again, and I have to look away.

Mateo shoves him off.

“What’s wrong?” Dare slumps down next to me.

“Everything,” I bite as I grab the bottle of champagne.

Felix takes it off of me.

“Jesus Christ Geo, it can’t bethatbad.”

I rub the bare spot of my finger, and Felix curses under his breath.

“Oh, shit. You took the ring off.”

My bleary eyes meet Felix’s cerulean gaze. “I forgot to put it back on,” I say, but even I don’t believe myself.

“What ring?” Dare asks, but no one answers him.

“Go home, Geo,” Mateo says, wrapping his arm around Dare.

“I don’t know where home is anymore,” I say, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders.

How did things get so complicated?

Mateo catches my gaze, but it’s Felix who speaks.

“Home is with yourboyfriend, idiot.” Then he gripes, “Sorry, I meant yourdemographic.”

“He called me hisfriend,” I say. My gaze falls. “I don’t want to be his friend.”