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The next morning came much too soon. Finn woke up with a pounding headache. A text from Annika made it even worse.
Paparazzi alert.
He groaned and rolled out of bed. Almost landed on the floor, but caught himself just in time. He straightened up and snagged his phone from under the sheets.
What r u talking about?
Gemma doing her thing. Just play along.
Oh, sweet Jesus, this couldn’t possibly be good. Why did Annika and Gemma think they could play games with other people’s lives like this?
With what? He texted back.
Proposal rumors. The nurse is gone and I’m prepared to forgive you. That’s her script. Genius, right?
“Motherfu—” He broke off with a glance at Sparky’s cage, as if the turtle could possibly care what kind of language he used. What was Annika’s real game here? Sure,
