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"Covey, I didn’t co you out I didn’t even know you’d be here I told you, I don’t give a shit about this galy he says, "You said you needed to pick sorand coincidence I guess I win, huh?"

She’s so s, so sure of herself and her victory over ed me yet" Should I just make a run for it back inside? Storht if I needed to

Just then, John’s red Mustang convertible couys," he says, and Peter’s and Gen’s e we ether, John in his World War II uniform with his jaunty little hat, me with my victory roll andhere?"

Blithely John says, "My great-grandmother lives here Stormy You may have heard of her She’s a friend of Lara Jean’s"

"I’m sure he wouldn’t remember," I say

Peter frowns at me, and I know he doesn’t It’s just like hiruff

"USO party," John says "Very exclusive VIPs only--sorry, guys" Then he tips his hat at hilad

"What the hell is a USO party?" Peter asks er seat luxuriously "It’s fro her," Peter snaps He looks at me, his eyes hard "Is this a date? Are you on a date with him? And who the hell’s car is this?"

Before I can answer, Genevieve e I run behind the pillar "Don’t be such a baby, Lara Jean," she says "Just accept that you lose and I win!"

I peek fro me a look--a look that says, Get in Quickly I nod Then he throws open the passenger door, and I run for it, as fast as I can I’ve barely got the door closed before he’s driving off, Peter and Gen in our dust

I turn back to look Peter is staring after us, his lad "Thanks for the save," I say, still trying to catchin ht ahead, a broad sht, and he turns his head and looks atlike crazy, and I’ain

"Did you see the looks on their faces?" John gasps, dropping his head on the steering wheel

"It was classic!"

"Like a ht