Page 276 of Playing Dirty

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“You hate texting.”

True.

I usually responded to people three business days later if at all.

Meanwhile I’d answered Rowan in under thirty seconds for the last hour.

Crap.

Luca pointed at me from the couch. “You’re cooked.”

“I hate that phrase too.”

“Still true.”

My phone buzzed again.

Rowan:

You sound bossy over text too.

Impressive consistency.

Before I could think too hard:

Mason:

You sound stubborn in every format.

Almost immediately:

Rowan:

Damn right.

I laughed again.

Actual laugh.

Luca looked emotional. “I miss the old toxic version of you.”

“Go bother Tessa.”

“She’s asleep.”

“She survived that long?”

“Barely.”

ROWAN

The conversation should’ve ended naturally like ten messages ago.

Instead it somehow kept going.

Not deep.

Not emotional.

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