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It was a little disconcerting, to be honest.

Just as I was thinking that, she looked at me. Her eyes got squinty as she grinned and sang, which made me smile back, and then she screwed up the words. She sang the wrong word—neverlovely jewel—loud as fuck into the microphone, and I don’t know what my face did, but it made her start laughing.

And something about it got to me.

Which was why I was laughing and singing along like a fucking chump when I shot a quick glance over my shoulder and caught the amused smiles being exchanged between Becca and Kyle as they entered the party.

Fuckme.

CHAPTER TWENTYBailey

I was in the middle of laughing my ass off—while singing—when I sawithappen.

One minute Charlie was giving me a funny grin and singing along to “All Too Well,” and the next his face completely changed.

His smile disappeared like a door slamming shut, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. I looked back at the couple who’d just walked in behind him, and—holy crap—it was her. The gorgeous girl from the movie theater.

Charlie’s ex-girlfriend.

Just as fast as his face had changed, it changed back. Charlie turned his attention back to me and smirked, but it didn’t touch his eyes. I was glad the song was ending, because I didn’t want to sing it anymore.

It felt like the worst possible accompaniment to seeing your ex with her new boyfriend.

“Thank you very much, Omaha,” Clio said into the microphone, grinning at me as she added, “And I pray to God we won’t be back up here again this evening.”

She dropped the microphone, and we jumped down from the table to a smattering of applause.

“That wasawful,” Eli said, slow-clapping and smiling from his spot next to Charlie on the sofa. “But ten out of ten, would recommend.”

“Gee, thanks,” I replied, but my eyes were on Charlie as he looked uncomfortable. He was all cool with his ankles crossed and his arm resting over the back of the couch and lips turned up into a smile, but his discomfort showed in the tightness of his jaw and the dullness of his stare.

Just as I sat down beside him, Becca and her boyfriend walked up.

Shit.

The guy grinned down at Charlie and said, “Sampson—how’s it going?”

The guy—like the rest of the world—seemed genuinely happy to see Charlie.

Charlie’s ex-girlfriend did too. She smiled.Warmly.Like he was an old friend. It was a happy, kind, entirely unaffected smile, and I imagined that smile, coupled with her fingers linked between her boyfriend’s, had to feel very super shitty. I couldn’t help but feel bad for Charlie.

“Your mom knows,” Charlie said, a smirk on his face that told everyone he was kidding and they were buddies and ha-ha-ha it’s a “your mom” joke. “Askher.”

The guy started cracking up and Charlie’s ex smiled, and I was surprised that I seemed to be the only one who could see his words for what they were. Everyone thought Charlie was hilarious, but he used humor and snark as a total defense mechanism.

All the time.

I guess I’d already noticed it whenever he talked about his relationship with his parents, but suddenly it was clear that it was his go-to move in any situation.

Of course, if I told him that, he’d probably mess up my hair and mock me for trying to be Freud, but, God—it was textbook.

And now that I’d seen it, it was all I could see.

Which is the only way to explain why I smiled up at the new boyfriend and said, “I’m Bailey, by the way. Charlie’s…friend…?”

I looked at Charlie, my head tilted just a little, as if sharing an inside joke about whether or not I could be called his friend. His dark eyes moved over my face for a split second, and then hegotit, his mouth sliding into a slow, flirty grin that actually made my stomach do a little dip.

Holy shit, Charlie could besexywhen he wanted.

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