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The thing I thought I had with Lacey was so fucking good. I’d never dreamt of finding someone that fit with me and my family so well as Lacey had. I had to be willing to take some risk here. I had to resist the urge to do something irreversible right now.

Not every woman was Regina Georges. Lacey was better than that. She was better than what I had just suspected her of.

She came out of the shower just as I got Naomi to put all her stuff away. She was wearing nothing but a towel.

She looked at me and smiled, but when she saw the expression on my face, her smile disappeared.

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Lacey

He looked ready to explode. He was like an Instant Pot, and as soon as I flipped the switch on top to “release,” steam would shoot out for like ten full minutes.

I was afraid to even ask what was wrong.

“Noah…” I said.

“Naomi,” he didn’t even look at her, “can you go play in your room for a minute?”

Naomi nodded, but I could tell that she felt the same thing I did.

I reached up, gripped the top of the towel, and squeezed. I felt scared. Everything had been falling together so perfectly, and now something was wrong.

“What’s wrong?” I asked him.

“I’m trying to control myself,” he said. “I’m not very good at that sometimes.”

“Okay, and did I do something wrong?”

“I don’t know. Did you?”

“I really don’t like that tone, Noah. It sounds like you’re accusing me. And I don’t even know of what.”

“So you’re just going to pretend you don’t know?”

What the hell did he think I did? Does he think I cheated on him? Did he figure out that I used his toothbrush last night because I couldn’t figure out which bag I’d put mine in, and he was really weird about sharing toothbrushes even though we made out with each other all the time? I honestly had no clue.

“I can’t think of anything,” I said. “Unless it was the toothbrush.”

He looked confused when I said that, so that wasn’t it.

“Yeah,” I shook my head, “why don’t you just tell me what I did then.”

“I saw the Red Sun Press card. You met with Lisa.”

“You went through my stuff?”

I didn’t think he’d be so insecure as to root through my stuff. Was the honeymoon phase over this fast? Was the Noah I met on the cruise just some “vacation” version of him, and this was the real asshole that I’d hated. The one who screwed my entire life over before I’d even so much as met him?

“Naomi did,” he said. “I didn’t mean to see it, but I saw the card. Naomi told me you were talking to Lisa about ‘leaving,’ what did you mean by that?”

“So you asked Naomi to spy on me?”

“I didn’t!” he said, shaking with anger. “She told me though, when I asked about her.”

“Jesus,” I said. “I really thought my first impression of you—that you were an asshole and I hated your guts—was wrong. I was such an idiot.”

“What?”

“Get out.” I shoved him. “I need to change.”

“We’ll talk about this after you change,” he said, tentatively.

“No,” I said, “luckily I haven’t unpacked my bags yet. I’ll go back to Staten Island.”

“You just got here,” he said.

“And you did too.”

“What?”

“The Noah I knew on the ship isn’t here. Maybe you’re his evil twin, and you stashed him in a cellar somewhere. Or maybe this is just the real you. Either way, this Noah that I’m talking to now just got here, and I’m going to leave until the other Noah comes back. When he does, tell him he can call me. And if you have him stashed in a cellar somewhere, I will find him, and I’ll make you pay for tying him up and doing whatever it is you’re doing to him.”

“Lacey…”

“Out!”

I got him out, slammed the door on him, and started crying.

When I was dressed, I couldn’t stop crying, so it took a good half-hour before my face was dry enough and my eyes were clear enough to make a quick and purposeful exit. I had gathered just enough of my stuff that I wouldn’t be uncomfortable back at my apartment, but not too much that I couldn’t come back if Noah managed to convince me that he wasn’t actually a giant fucking asshole.

When I made it back into the living room, he tried to talk to me, but I did my best to just not so much as make eye contact