“Don’t worry about how much it costs. Don’t worry about the farm. We have a plan.” Her eyes narrow. “Who is we?” “Beckett, Layla, and I talked.” She crosses her arms. “So, there was collusion?” “In the name of your honeymoon? Yes. Yes, there was collusion.” I make no move to take the ticket that she is dangling limply between us. Thank god it’s just a printout and the tickets are digital. That thing looks like it’s been to hell and back. “Layla packed both of your bags, and they’re waiting in the living room of your house. There’s a car coming to pick you up at the end of the night to take you
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