James.
The moment I landed in Miami, I was bombarded with messages from Allison, Tally, and even Becca. Even others messaged me, questioning me about a mystery woman I had been seen with.
Of course, Alison pointed out that it was clearly Becca.
I was confused about what they were talking about, but as soon as I opened my phone, I saw the picture of Becca and I at the Convention in New York. We weren’t alone, of course, we were with Neal and two other people that were in the background.
The photo wasn’t intimate, but we were very close, and we were talking. The photo must have been taken right after I had kissed her, but it was still enough to make people question who she was and if we were more.
That wasn’t what mattered, though.
Allison had assumed that Becca had not heeded her warning, and it didn’t matter how many times that I told her to back off and leave Becca alone. She refused.
