“Alright. I’m turning off the comments on your Instagram.”

“God, please. Thanks, man.”

“No problem. Call me back.”

Sam ended the call, then turned on the bedside lamp. Jesse looked up at him, squinting. “Lilah and Corie called me and told me to wake you up. You should call your girl.” This vacation had done wonders for Jesse’s temperament, but he knew what his brother wasn’t saying. Talk to Amanda and get to the bottom of this before I start making calls. Jesse didn’t play when it came to anyone in their family. If he thought for one second that Amanda was trying to hurt or use Sam, he’d do his best to make sure she never came near him again. Sam appreciated it, but he knew there was no way she did this.

He switched over to her contact, smashing his thumb on the little phone icon. The line rang twice before she picked up.

“Sam,” she said, her voice breaking into a sob. “I’m so sorry.”

He hated that she was upset, but the sound of her voice took some of the pressure off his chest. “Cha-Cha, don’t cry. Tell me what happened.”

“You saw everything?”

“I saw the TMZ post. I’m guessing there’s more.” He glanced over at Jesse, who seemed to be going through Twitter.

“Same stuff on different sites. Dru did this.”

“Dru who?”

“Anastasia. I work, well, I worked for Dru Anastasia. She’s—”

“A huge asshole!” he heard someone say in the background.

“I’m with Helene and Ignacio.”

“Oh, good. I—okay. Tell me what’s going on.” Sam listened as Amanda filled him in. She told him everything. How Dru had spotted her in the CelebGossipCentral photos and then tried to force her to hand Sam and his grandmother up to Dru on a silver platter. She showed him the texts that made it pretty obvious that Dru had been the one to contact TMZ and connect all the dots between the truth and the little information on the other gossip site.

“Then I fucked up and told her you and I were together. I know I shouldn’t have said anything. And I definitely shouldn’t have quit. I just—”

“Wait, wait, wait. Dru Anastasia. She’s been trying to get at me for weeks.”

“Ugh. She mentioned thinking you were attractive, but I didn’t think she’d make a move.”

“Baby. She did more than make a move. Hold on.” Sam went back to his text chat with Walls and scrolled up until he’d found the screenshot he’d sent him the same day he and Amanda decided to give things another try. He forwarded it to her. “Look at the name in the text. You were with me when she sent that text. She was pretending to be you.”

“Oh my fucking God. She knows I hate the name Mandy too.”