“Please eat something before you go out drinking, Lacey.” “I’m fine,” she says, and if she were in front of me right now, she’d definitely be waving me off. “I’ll text you later.” “Send me your location when you leave tonight?” I blurt out, then I slap my forehead with the heel of my palm. “Just in case.” “Worried about me, Holmes?” she teases, and I swallow down the lump in my throat. “I’m your boyfriend, Lacey,” I say lowly. “Fake boyfriend,” she whispers so softly, I have to press my phone against my ear to hear her. “Doesn’t matter. Fake. Real. I don’t give a shit. I take care of what’s
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