When someone dies mysteriously during a Psych experiment, Rhiannon becomes enmeshed in a conspiracy that includes both the survivors and the killer.
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Short on cash, Rhiannon...
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CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
ATTACHMENT
( — emotional relationship between a child and the regular caregiver. )
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"THE DOG DIES."
Jude gasps. "You're a horrible human being."
Roman simply smirks at that comment, eyes hidden behind his sunglasses. In front of him, there's a small box of Chinese food. "I'm just saving you the trouble of watching the movie just to see a dog die. I'm looking out for you."
Jude huffs, slouching in his seat with a pout, and Rhiannon throws him a reassuring smile. After all, it's not as though they didn't know Roman knows the ending to basically every movie in existence and will not hesitate before spoiling it for everyone.
Granted, no one else finds it particularly amusing, but Rhiannon figures it's about compromise. After all, it's one of the lightest conversations they've had in what feels like an eternity, and she's glad to have these people by her side in a time like this. So, she merely grabs her cutlery and carefully picks up a spring roll.
Jude scowls. "So, if I name a movie, you're able to tell me how it ends or a really massive spoiler?"
Roman's smirk turns into a gentle smile. "Try me."
"Okay." Jude interlaces his fingers over his stomach and stares up at the cafeteria ceiling, pensive. Rhiannon can't help but wonder how he's not blinded by the fluorescent lights. Next to her, Laura calmly sips her lemonade. "I can't stop thinking about Titanic—don't," he quickly adds, before Roman can reply. "Uh . . . Inception?"
"Leonardo DiCaprio goes home. The top never stops spinning."
Jude slams his hands against the table and everyone jumps with a start. "How do you know these things? Do you have a special compartment in your brain where you store movie endings, plot twists and ways to make me hate you?"
"Yes, yes, and no. You could never hate me."
"Rub it in my face, will you?"
Roman grins. "You love me."
Jude leans forward, taking his hands in his. "I do. But stop ruining movies for me." Roman bursts into laughter, something that easily carves its way into Rhiannon's chest, and, when Jude mimics him, she no longer feels hollow—not as much, anyway. Jude then brings Roman's hands to his lips, pressing a quick kiss to his major knuckles. "Good. It's nice to know we can compromise."
