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CHAPTER TEN

I reached for my phone as it rang on the coffee table, the screen showing that the call was coming through Hooked, Love as the caller. I held the phone to my ear and said, “I was just thinking about you.”

“Oh yeah?”

“I just got back from California, and I have a free night, so yeah, I was going to text you and see if you’re available—”

“I’m actually calling for a different reason.”

Her tone was one I didn’t recognize. There was a hint of sadness to it—and something else. Whatever that something was, it caused me to get up from the couch and go into my bedroom and shut the door, giving myself some privacy from the guys. “What’s wrong, Love?”

“I don’t know how to say this . . . but . . . we’ve run out of time.”

I paused two feet in front of my bed, my chest suddenly throbbing. “What do you mean?”

“I’m not going to be around much—if at all. I’ve decided to quit the app.”

Her words didn’t come across as a warning. They were more like a promise.

A finale.

And with that came thi