Drew Marshall may have let me move into his spare bedroom while my
house is being renovated, but don’t think for one second his kindness
comes without strings. Big, ugly, fake relationship strings.
That’s
okay, though, Dr. Andrew. I’ll agree to your terms, move into your
house, and act like your girlfriend when the big day comes; but I also
plan to make your life miserable—make you pay for what you did to me.
I may not be good at forgiving or forgetting, but I’m excellent at getting even.
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