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Emma
“Your billionaire better be an alien who carried you off on his spaceship,” Kendall says in lieu of a greeting as she accepts my video call the next morning. “Seriously, Ems, what the f**k? I’ve called you like fifty times since Sunday.”
“Three times,” I correct, wincing internally. “And I’m really, really sorry. I was going to call you back, but it’s been… Well, a lot’s been going on.”
She rakes her fingers through her hair—magically avoiding frizzing up the sleek dark locks. “Yeah, no kidding, Captain Obvious. You and Mr. Billions making out on Page Seven? I better hear all the juicy details.”
“Right, so…” I prop the phone against a flower pot on my grandparents’ lanai table and look around, making sure I’m still alone on the screened porch. The coast seems to be clear. My g
