Chapter 51

  Across town in her own apartment, Mindy lay sprawled across her bed in an oversized T-shirt, phone glowing in the dark. It was almost 1:30 a.m., but sleep felt impossible.

  Marcus: Still awake? Or did I wear you out with my pineapple opinions?

  Mindy bit her lip, cheeks warm as she typed back.

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