“I’ll be honest. I don’t care about dinner or our friendship that much,” I said, pulling my car keys out of my pocket. Sloane put her hands on her hips in triumph. “Good riddance.” Knox snatched the keys from me. “I don’t think you’re hearing me. Naomi has decided you both can’t be invited to the same social shit. Which means she’ll schedule twice as much social shit to make sure both of you pains in the ass get the same amount of quality fucking time with us. And I don’t want more social shit. I don’t want more quality fucking time. I want you two to put aside your petty ‘we have a secret
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