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something so hideous in my life. This whole thing is awful.
    I bet Devin and Amelia don’t have to put up with this shit.
    I bet she sent them a cop and a robber or something.
    “Here.” Drake comes back into the front room with a box from Rosie’s. It’s open, revealing a lemon cupcake.
    I snatch at it and flick my tongue right through the frosting.
    Mmm. Yummy.
    “Thank you,” I mutter.
    “You’re welcome,” he snorts. “If only you were as excited to see me as you are the cupcake.”
    I meet his eyes and lick the frosting again. Fucker.
    “Are you telling me you’re happy with dressing as a pimp for Halloween?”
    “I wouldn’t say I’m happy about that...” He reaches for the dress as Bek snorts. It looks even smaller being held up by a six-feet-something tall, muscular man. “Although I could get on board with the hooker thing. Did it come with boots?”
    “I swear to God, Drake Nash, I will hook my fist around your cock if you don’t take this seriously.”
    “And I’m going to find my kids,” Alison mutters, getting up.
    “I’ll help,” Bek laughs, grinning at me.
    Drake’s lips quirk to the side as my best friends vacate the room. Then, slowly, he turns back to me, his ice-blue eyes glinting with laugher. “Noelle, sweetheart, you’re wearing a Tweety Bird T-shirt and you have cupcake frosting on your nose. How am I supposed to take you seriously?”
    “Because I’m wearing real pants?”
    He drops his eyes to my lap. “You’re wearing leggings.”
    “Which are real pants.”
    “I’m not getting into this argument again. Last time, you changed into six different pairs of pants in your effort to prove that leggings were real, and the best, pants.”
    “You’re getting good at this understanding-me thing. A stupider man would try to argue.”
    “Aw, I love it when you compliment me.” He chuckles quietly and leans forward. He flicks his thumb across my nose, removing the stray frosting, and shows it to me.
    I lick it off his thumb. He opens his mouth to say something before closing it and deciding to shake his head. He’s probably realizing that what I just did is exactly why leggings are real pants. Jeans and cupcakes don’t mix, and those little calorie fuckers are still shrinking my clothes overnight.
    “Bye, Aunt Noelle!” Aria waves with one hand. She’s typing on her phone with the other and almost walks into the wall.
    “Bye! Fanks for the doughnut!” Silvio yells, running into the back of his sister. There’s chocolate smeared across his cheek—or maybe it’s dirt.
    I smile. “Bye, double trouble.” I wave as Alison follows them out.
    Bek pauses. “I came here for something, but I forgot what.” She glances at Drake.
    “I know you’re going on a date with Jason,” he informs her.
    “How?”
    “I know everything.”
    “He’s like Dumbledore,” I butt in, peeling the wrapper away from the cupcake sponge. “Or Voldemort, depending which side you think he’s on.”
    “That’s enough Harry Potter for you.” He tugs my hair and sits down next to me.
    “Oxymoron,” I mutter. “No such thing as ‘enough Harry Potter.’”
    “She’s right,” Bek agrees.
    Like it was in doubt. Pfft.
    “And that wasn’t what I was going to ask you about,” she says. “I was going to ask you if Carlton could get me...information.”
    Drake rolls his eyes. “Honestly, Bek, if you’re gonna lie, make it believable.”
    She looks at me. “I can’t stand him sometimes, you know that?”
    “Me either,” I reply, picking some cake out. “But he brings me cake, so I keep him around.”
    Drake jabs me in the side.
    “Hey. That’s police brutality.” I look at him.
    He raises his eyebrows, pauses, then grabs me so swiftly that my cupcake goes flying out of my hand. I shriek as he slides me down the sofa in one easy movement and tickles my sides.
    “Brutality? You want brutality?”
    I shriek again as he tickles me harder.
    “You two make me sick!” Bek