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“Yeah,” I answer quietly. “I’m good.”

“Good to hear, baby,” he says, sounding relieved. “What are your plans today?”

“Apparently, I’m being interrogated by Georgie,” I tell him, shooting her a pointed look.

“Sounds dangerous,” Dean says with a laugh.

“You have no idea.”

“Come over later,” he says.

I pause. “Is that a question?”

Dean releases a long-suffering sigh. “Will you please come over later?”

“Maybe,” I tease.

“Blair,” he warns.

“Fine. I suppose I can,” I reply with a dramatic sigh.

“After lunch?” he asks.

“That works.”

“I’ll text you,” Dean says. “See you later, Miss Morgan.”

“See you later, Mr. Ashford.”

The second we hang up, G turns toward me with a shit-eating grin stretched across her face.

“So, yeah,” she says, nodding slowly. “He’s obsessed with you.”

I can’t help bursting into laughter.

Because yeah.

I think he might be.

And terrifyingly, I don’t hate it.

Twenty Three

Dean

I’ve cleaned the kitchen twice.

Not because it was dirty.

Because Blair is coming over.

Apparently, that information has turned me into a fucking housewife.

I straighten the cushions on the couch for the third time and immediately hate myself for it.

Aspen watches me from the dining table, coloring as if none of this is suspicious.

“Daddy?”