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That earned him another laugh.

“So what’s the plan?” he asked. “Public statement? Retraction?”

Nova glanced up at him. Then she grinned.

Snow immediately became suspicious. He had seen that particular expression before.

“What are you planning?”

Her grin widened. “Rick and I have a plan.”

Snow waited. But she didn’t elaborate.

“And?”

“And what?”

“What’s the plan?”

“You’ll find out.”

Snow stared at her. “You’re not going to tell me?”

“Nope.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s better this way.”

“For who?”

“Me.”

He barked out a laugh. “That expression on your face is making me nervous.”

“It shouldn’t. Unless your last name is Hart or Montgomery.”

Snow laughed. “Jesus. Remind me never to piss you off.”

Nova bumped her shoulder lightly against his arm. “Trust me. We have a plan, and by the time Rick and I are finished, our parents are going to regret deciding they knew what was best for us.”

Snow studied her face. There was something different about her tonight. Last night she had been devastated by what her parents had done, but now that familiar spark was back in her eyes.

Whatever she and Rick had planned, Snow almost felt sorry for their parents. Almost.

Snow fought a smile as they continued toward their room. He was also beginning to hate ice cream.

Not because there was anything wrong with the stuff, but because watching Nova finish off her bowl was fucking torture.

She looked at him. “Do you want some?” She asked, holding the spoon out.

“Nah, I’m good.”

“You sure? It’s the last bite.”

They reached their room moments later.

Nova paused in front of the door. Her dark blue eyes sparkled with mischief.