Page 66 of Never Been Matched
I clear my throat and look down at the envelope, breaking the contact. “Thanks.”
“We can talk in the morning.”
“Right. Good night.”
“Good night.” I wait until his steps creak down the hall and the door to his apartment opens and shuts.
Then I slide my finger under the seal and pull the letter free.
What will she ask of me now? Run naked through the street with Graham? Sleep with him? Move in with him? Dear lord, she better not.
I smooth the page open but before I can read the first sentence, my phone vibrates.
Mother Dearest.
Shit.
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I have an excellent attorney if you need someone to review the terms of Beverly’s will. You know how easy it is to be taken advantage of by people who don’t have your best interest at heart.
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Either she’s heard about my inheritance from Audrey, or she’s speculating. Either way, add that to the list of texts that I will not be replying to any time this century.
I shake off thoughts of Mother and focus on the letter in my hands.
* * *
My girl my girl!
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If you’re reading this, that means you completed the task, and I have to say I am impressed. Graham is not an easy person to get out of the house, let alone keep out, but I knew you could do it.
This next one, you’ll be happy to know, is much easier. If you can get Graham to sit through an entire movie at The Palace, this next bit will be a breeze.
I want you to share something you love with him.
Something personal. Something that brings you joy and makes you brave. It can be whatever you want, but Spencer will have to be present to confirm you spend at least an hour in the same room with him, in close proximity.
You have precisely two weeks from today for this one.
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Beverly
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I put the letter down and stare blankly at the wall.
Something I love. Something personal that brings me joy and makes me brave.
What the hell am I supposed to do with that?
Chapter Sixteen
Spencer
