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Beck stops laughing.

His eyes narrow. Then his face changes. “Oh my God.”

I say nothing.

“You’ve been stalking her Instagram.”

“Shut up.”

His grin returns. “You made an account.”

“Beck.”

“You made a fucking Instagram account for her.”

I stand.

He backs away, laughing. “This might be the best day of my life.”

“Keep talking and it'll be your last.”

“What’s your username?”

“I'm going to kill you.”

“Does it have Hot Lips in it?”

I take a step toward him.

He moves around the table. “RomanLovesChaos?”

“Get out.”

“CalliesFutureHusband?”

I grab the back of a chair.

Beck holds up both hands. “Okay. Okay.” He's still laughing.

I consider throwing the chair.

My side probably won't appreciate it. Dr. Pierce definitely won't.

Beck wipes his eyes. “This is incredible.”

“I hate you.”

“No, you don't.”

Right now, I fucking do.

He finally sits across from me. For once, his expression turns serious. “You know you're allowed to like her, right?”

Something inside me goes still. “I don't.”

“Bullshit.”

“You don't know what you're talking about.”