WAIT... WHAT? LUKE

The heavy studio doors slammed shut behind me, and I strode down the hallway, trying to shove the simmering anger back down.

"Luke!" Sarah's voice echoed behind me, quick and breathless.

I stopped and turned as she hurried toward me, her face etched with determination. Josh was right behind her, juggling a precarious pile of pastries and looking completely unbothered.

Josh caught up and immediately stuffed a powdered donut into his mouth, oblivious to the tension. Sarah and I both paused to watch him, disbelief plastered across her face as he chewed loudly and shoved on the entire chocolate croissant in his mouth. "What?" he said around a mouthful, powdered sugar dusting his chin. "I'm a professional athlete-I need glucose. Plus, I starved for 5 months."

Sarah rolled her eyes, muttering something under her breath before turning back to me, her expression shifting from exasperation to something more serious. "Luke, I need to tell you something before you find out another way."

I frowned, the tension in my shoulders tightening again. "What is it?"

She hesitated, her hands wringing nervously in front of her. "I... may have said something to a reporter. About you."

My brow furrowed deeper. "What kind of something?"

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WAIT WHAT?

Sarah sighed, her voice quict but steady. "I told them I had feelings for you. That I fell in love with you while we were out there."

gut. I blinked, processing, but before I could say anything, she rushed

just... a stupid crush. They took it and blew it completely out of proportion." She bit her

my arms. "Why the hell

needed the money, Luke. When I got back, I lost my apartment-penalties, overdue bills, and student loan debt. Everything just piled up, and... I'm not an athlete. I don't have endorsement deals

lied, right?" I

"Of course." She

I opened my mouth to respond, but Josh beat

bite of pastries. Sarah's head snapped up, her wide eyes darting between us.

eyes, brushing crumbs off his

it helps you get back on your feet, we've got

no shortage

she finally

shrugged. "Yeah. It's

snorted, shaking

sighed, scratching the back of my neck again. "Yeah," I muttered. "What he

smiled-a real, genuine smile-and I felt some of the

Her confession still sat awkwardly between us, but

blinked, clearly taken aback. "With

my idiot best friend, who was now licking icing off his fingers. "We've been trying to decide which spare room to turn into the baby's

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