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I cocked my head.
“Who are you?” I exclaimed.
She smiled shyly.
“What are you talking about?”
I glanced over her shoulder and saw a tall figure who I knew was her bodyguard.
“My Hope would never accept a compliment without pushing back.”
She shrugged.
“Well, everyone can change,” she said.
I smiled, and she smiled back, then looked at me seriously.
“So how are you and Enzo?”
“What makes you think there’s a me and Enzo?” I said.
“Have you forgotten who you’re talking to?” she said.
I wanted to argue, but then collapsed. I needed to talk to someone—and who better than Hope?
“We’re great,” I said.
She burst out laughing.
“You say that like it’s the worst news you’ve ever heard,” she said.
“It’s just not fair,” I said, not caring that I was pouting.
“What’s not fair?” she asked.
“He’s so fucking great. And I hate it.”
“I need you to make sense, Molly,” she said.
“I mean, if he was just some meathead or some idiot, we could fuck and leave it at that. But?—”
“But he’s that…and more. He’s?—”
I stared off, trying to stare dreamily.
"He's fucking ridiculous as a human being. But he's great. And he treats me?—”
“Don’t tell me he treats you anything other than perfect,” she said.
“Or—” I responded.
“Or he’ll have me to deal with,” she said.
“I know he would.”
“So what’s the problem?”
“He scares me, Hope,” I whispered.