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I type the URL of a popular celebrity blog to make sense of what my mom is saying.

I gasp when I catch a glimpse of the headlines.

‘CEO OF SCORE HEADPHONES “SCORES” LAST NIGHT WITH SEXY MYSTERY WOMAN.’

‘BECKETT CHRISTENSEN SMILING FOR THE CAMERA WITH GORGEOUS MYSTERY WOMAN.’

BECKETT CHRISTENSEN CAUGHT CANOODLING WITH MYSTERY HOLY CHICNESS AT REGGAETON KING CESAR NAVARRO’S ENGAGEMENT PARTY.’

‘IS BAD-BOY, BACHELOR-FOREVER BECKETT CHRISTENSEN WALKING DOWN THE AISLE?’

‘BECKETT CHRISTENSEN, WHO’S THAT “HOLY CHIC” GIRL?’

‘FEVERISH NIGHT OF DIRTY SALSA DANCING FOR BAD BOY BECKETT CHRISTENSEN!’

The candid photos of Cesar, Diana, Beckett, and me smiling at the camera are a reminder of an enchanting evening. Never in a million years did I think they would go viral.

Holy shit.

I scroll through the photos, jaw-dropped.

The ones of Beckett and me dancing in an intimate embrace spark my lady parts.

“You’ve finally escaped from your self-imposed prison sentence.” Her words bring me back to the moment.

“Huh?”

“The handsome lad,” she says. “I guess you were waiting for the one.”

I’m stunned.

“Your father isn’t perfect, but Gregor and I have weathered so many storms together. I want that for you. Every woman needs a good man. Not a spineless moron like Chance. You found yourself a live one, honey.” She keeps talking. “This Beckett is quite the looker. A fine fellow, if you ask me.” Muriel Buchanan is on a roll.

“Mom, you have it all wrong—”

“This lad seems to be doing quite well for himself—far better than Chance could ever dream of.”

She’s right about that.

“And he seems quite smitten by you.”

“Smitten?”

“Yes! It’s obvious. Even a blind man can see it.”

“Mom—”

“Ari, don’t argue with your mother! Look at the bloody photos. You two are a glamorous Hollywood couple. What a great match.” Mom blurts that out in one breath. “When do I get to meet this gorgeous Beckett Christensen?”

And this is where I burst her bubble.

“He’s my new boss-slash-client.”

“The new company you just started working for?”

“Yes.”

The silence stretches on the other end.

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