“No, I mean holy shit—Lauren Smearhaven has been an investment. I think she was July, maybe.” What? “Are you sure?” I asked. “Think about it—Smearhaven? Not a name I’d forget.” I looked at Roman and shook my head, wondering what in the hell else could be thrown into this scene that was supposed to be ending with Abi in my arms. Lauren fucking Smearhaven. “Ho-ly shit.”
