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friend? Ridge, I thought we were so much more

than that.” He smirks as if he’s trying to be

funny, but I don’t laugh. When he sees how

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much his remarks have bothered me, his expres-

sion quickly sobers. “Ten years.”

“Ten. Ten years. You know me better than

that, Warren.”

He nods, but his face is still full of doubt.

“Good-bye,” I sign. “Shut the door on your

way out.” I turn and walk back to my bed, and

when I face the door again, he’s gone.

Chapter Eight

Sydney

Why am I so pissed? We didn’t do anything.

Did we?

I can’t even tell what the hell happened last

night before we fell asleep. Technically, it wasn’t

anything, but then again, it was, which is prob-

ably why I’m so pissed, because I’m so freaking

confused.

First he doesn’t tell me about Hunter for two

solid weeks. Then he fails to mention that he’s

deaf, although I really have no right to be upset

about that. That’s not something I should feel ob-

ligated to have been told.

But Maggie?

Girlfriend?

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How could he fail to mention in the three

weeks I’ve been talking to him that he has a

girlfriend?

He’s just like Hunter. He has a dick and two

balls and no heart, and that makes him Hunter’s

twin. I should probably just start calling him

Hunter. I should just call them all Hunter. From here on out, all men shall be referred to as

Hunter.

My father should be thanking the high heavens

that I’m not in law school, because I am by far

the absolute worst judge of character who has

ever walked the planet.

Ridge: False alarm. It was just Warren.

Sorry about that.

Me: SCREW. YOU.

Ridge: ???

Me: Don’t even.

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A few seconds pass with me staring at my si-

lent phone, and then a knock comes from the

bathroom. Ridge swings the door open and enters

my room, holding his hands with his palms up in

the air as if he has no idea why I’m upset. I

laugh, but it isn’t a happy laugh at all.

Me: This conversation will require a

laptop. I have a lot to say.

I open my computer as he makes his way back

to his room. I give him a minute to log on, then I

open our chat.

Ridge: Can you please explain why you’re

so pissed?

Me: Hmm. Let me count the ways. (1)

You have a girlfriend. (2) You have a girl-

friend. (3) Why, if you have a girlfriend,

was I even in your BEDROOM? (4) You

have a girlfriend!

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Ridge: I have a girlfriend. Yes. And you

were in my room because we agreed to

work on lyrics together. I don’t recall any-

thing happening between us last night to

warrant this reaction from you. Or am I

mistaken?

Me: Ridge, it’s been three weeks! I’ve

known you for three weeks now, and

you’ve never ONCE mentioned that you

have a girlfriend. And speaking of Maggie,

does she even know I moved in?

Ridge: Yes. I tell her everything. Look, it

wasn’t an intentional omission, I swear.

You and I have just never had a conversa-

tion where she came up.

Me: Okay, I’ll let it go that you failed to

mention her, but I’m not about to let

everything else slide.

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Ridge: And this is where I’m confused, be-

cause I’m not clear on what you think we

did.

Me: You’re such a guy.

Ridge: Ouch? I guess.

Me: Can you honestly say that your reac-

tion to the possibility of her being at your

door earlier was a normal, innocent reac-

tion? You were freaking out that she

would see me with you, which means you

were doing something you wouldn’t want

her to see. I know all we did was fall

asleep, but what about the WAY we fell

asleep? Do you think she would have been

okay with the fact that you had your arms

around me all night and your face was

practically glued to my chest? And not

only that, but what about the fact that I

sat between your legs the other night?

Would she have smiled and kissed you

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hello if she had walked in right then? I

doubt it. I’m fairly certain that would have

ended with me being punched.

Ugh! Why is this upsetting me so much? I

bang my head lightly against the headboard out

of frustration.

Moments later, Ridge appears in the doorway

between our bathroom and my bedroom. He’s

chewing on the corner of his bottom lip. His fea-

tures are a lot calmer than when he was in here

just a few minutes ago. He walks slowly into my