“I’m not following. Why would we feign a romantic relationship?” As soon as the words leave my mouth, the logic slips into place. “Oh. To get them to leave us alone?” “I mean, that’ll be a nice perk.” Her eyes glint mischievously. “We fake a romance to crush their dreams, James. Give them a taste of their own shitty medicine and show them how much being manipulated blows.” “How?” Bea leans in, washing me with her soft, warm scent, which is unsettlingly pleasant. “We pretend to date, get them invested in us, convince them that we’re blissfully happy. Then . . . ?” A lightbulb pings over my
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