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“Doesn’t sound like it.”
“I just got a weird text from Marta,” I said.
“Is she asking for the photos from the shoot?”
“Yeah, how’d you know?”
“She texted me about it earlier, too.”
“She did? Why didn’t you tell me?”
He shrugged. “Because life’s too short to worry about psychos. I blocked her number and called it good.”
“I wish I could be like you,” I said. “But she’s kinda threatening me again, Tanner. I don’t know—do you think I should be worried?”
“What exactly did she say?”
“Basically, ‘send me the photos,or else.’ ”
“She said the same shit to me, too. Who cares.” He gave a careless shrug that said he’d blocked Marta from his mind, too. “Forget her.”
Tanner pulled up outside my hotel and turned off his engine.
“Come on, I’ll walk you up to your room.”
35
Tanner
Back at my place, I jumped into bed and caught up on my text messages before I turned out the lamp.
Ainsley must’ve made quite an impression on the girls, because they’d bombed my inbox with text messages:
“Hi Tanner! Just wanted you to know that Ainsley is absolutely ADORBS.”
“WE LOVE AINSLEY.”
“Don’t let that one get away!”
On and on their glowing praise went.
The boys had good reviews, too. They lit up the group chat with messages, like:
“Cinderella’s a keeper, Vaughnsy.”
“Yeah, solid chick bro.”
I couldn’t agree more.
After catching up on everything, I switched off my bedside lamp—but right before I powered off my phone for the night, one last text message came through.
It was from Ainsley herself.“Hi. You up?”
I wrote back. “Yeah, what’s up?”
Instead of texting me back, she called me a second later.
I answered. “Hey, girl.”
