“Did you spike your tea with something?” A deep laugh bubbles up out of me. “No.” “Are you high?” I roll my eyes now. “Bailey.” “Don’t Bailey me!” She slaps the water with both hands as she laughs—a high, unhinged sort of squeal. “You’re acting insane. Why would you want to pretend to be engaged to me? Why would you do this?” “Because it would get my family off my ass about how I’m doing, and where I spend all my time, and all that other overbearing shit they constantly ask me about. And I love a competition. What do I get if I win?”
