“Garrett has a date.” My jaw dangles, gaze darting to Jennie. “What? No I don’t.” “Well, not yet. He got the photographer’s phone number from the shoot today.” “She-she-she…she gave it to me!” “They were flirting the entire time. They were so into each other.” “No, I-I-I … she was, but I was …” Fuck. The second my eyes meet Jennie’s, she averts her gaze, cheeks a furious shade of red. Cara’s own gaze pinballs between the two of us, a sly grin creeping up her face. Adam just looks fucking exhausted, or disappointed, maybe both. “I wasn’t flirting,” I mumble, but the words are lost as Carter and
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