You should’ve known something was wrong the moment Fiona smiled like that.

Not a happy smile. A scheming smile.

“Okay,” she said, pacing the living room, hands clapping once. “Nobody panic.”

Lip squinted at her. “That’s literally the worst thing you can say.”

Debbie leaned forward. “What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything,” Fiona replied quickly. “I’m about to fix something. With help.”

That’s when she looked straight at you.

You felt it immediately. Oh no.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked.

“Because,” she said, pointing, “you’re smart, calm under pressure, and people don’t expect you to lie.”

“I don’t like where this is going.”

Kev burst out laughing. “They never do.”

The plan—if you could call it that—was absurd.

A paperwork mix-up. A very confused city inspector. A fake identity. And one perfectly timed distraction involving Carl and a stolen safety vest.

Your role? Pretend to be Fiona’s extremely responsible partner who absolutely had everything under control.

“I need you to sound confident,” Fiona whispered as you stood outside the building office. “I am confident.” “No, I mean lying confident.”

She squeezed your hand. “Please. If this works, I owe you.”