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Athens
September 15, 2008
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Marley asked me over the phone. It had to have been at least the twentieth time since she’d found out about Ash. Her face at the party when she’d seen us together should be painted and hung in museums.
“No, I’m not sure.”
“And you’re going to tell Cole?”
“Yes, I’m planning to run it by him today actually.” I put her on speaker as I tugged a dress on over my head and slid on a pair of wedges. “He’s picking me up any minute.”
“He’s not going to like this.”
“He doesn’t know anything about Ash.”
Marley made a small sound of protest. “For one, Lila, he should know about what happened with Ash. And for two—”
“It’s going to be fine,” I insisted. I picked the phone back up and took it off speaker. “I swear, I’m only doing t
