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that girl is crazy about you."
Just shook my head
"No way, not her, she's even
as the number two."
Air escapes my lungs. It's perfect.
It's all over.
I surrender.
First time I ever have.
"Holy shit." Kara's jaw drops. "I was waiting to show you this." She jumps to her computer and pulls up a gossip site. "In case you never wanted to hear another word about him."
She turns the screen so it's facing me. Sinful Serenade Singer Gets Hot New Tattoo. There's a picture of Miles beneath it, shirtless, of course, and right above his chest, opposite Be Brave, Live, reads Megara.
Holy shit.
I try a deep breath. Nothing is happening. My stomach flip-flops. I'm queasy. He got my name as a tattoo. He got my name as a tattoo. My name. Tattoo.
"There's more." Kara points to the middle of the article.
When reached for comment, Miles Webb had one of his trademark cheeky replies.
"I made a deal with this friend of mine that if I ever fell in love with someone, I'd get her name tattooed on my chest. What can I say? I'm a man of my word."
We asked how he felt this would affect his reputation for extracurricular activities (let's face it—the man is a slut!) and he laughed right in our faces, well, right into our cell phones.
"I doubt it will be any harder to take home women. I mean, look at me. But I don't care about other women. The only woman I want is Meg. If she won't have me, then I'll be alone. No one else could ever compare to her."
Kara grabs my shoulders, turning me so we're face to face. "You okay? You want me to beat him up and smash every computer that ever saw a fragment of the MP3 of that song?"
I shake my head.
"Talk to me, sweetie."
"He loves me."
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure he does," she says.
"He's so… how the hell do I respond to this?"
She smiles. "I have an idea."
Chapter Thirty-Five
Kara presses her phone to her ear. She paces around the apartment shaking her head. She's totally frantic.
"How are you not freaking out?" she asks.
"It's a lot to take in. I'm not sure how I feel."
She shakes her head and throws her phone onto the couch. "Drew isn't picking up. But they're probably at the house."
"It's almost one a.m."
