Page 43 of Unlucky Like Us


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“Music to my ears.”

“Knew we didn’t have the same music taste.”

Lo begins to smile, and so do I.

It’s fleeting. His phone rings, and he puts the call through the car’s speakers. Connor immediately opens with a gut-punch.

“Donnelly might’ve been caught getting in your car.”

“By who?” Lo asks.

“My dad?” I question.

“No, by Colin. He was in the area. Akara saw him.”

“Great,” Lo says with a heavy exhale. “Go ahead and say it, Connor.I told you so.”

“I have a solution, or a way to mitigate the repercussions. We’re going to feed out a headline to the media.”

I stiffen.

“What kind of headline?” Lo asks.

“Rumors about you hating Donnelly. It’s a feud the press will want to see, and it’ll drive Donnelly towards Sean and away from you.”

“That’s fine,” Lo says tightly. “As long as there’s no mention of Luna.”

“Of course not. I’ll send you the draft before it goes live today.”

Again, my head is rotating. I didn’t imagine my strained relationship with Lo would become media fodder—especially not on purpose.

“Is this really a good idea?” I ask him.

“I don’t know,” Lo says honestly. “But if we do nothing, it might be harder for Sean to trust you.”

I take out my phone. “Is it okay if I call Luna and tell her? I don’t want her thinking it’s real.”

Lo nods to me. “Make it quick.”

“Alright.” I dial Luna and cup the phone against my ear.

She answers on the first ring. “Hi…is everything okay?”

Luna was still asleep when I left the penthouse, but I shot her a text on my way to the Cobalt Estate.

Meeting with my dad for lunch. Catch up later, space babe ??

I didn’t want Maximoff, Jane, or Sulli looping Luna in before me, not when today was aboutmeand my family. Didn’t want her thinking I’m distancing myself from her emotionally…even if Lo probably hopes I would.

“Sorta. I’m in the car with your dad.”

She pauses. “He didn’t throw you out of the car?”

“Still a passenger. He actually picked me up.”

Lo is listening to my side of the conversation, his serious face like serrated metal edges.

“Whoa…” Her voice trails off, and I take the opportunity to dish out the shit sandwich.

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