Screwed her over?

I frowned, typing back a quick reply: [?]

Nora’s response came in hot: [Meredith's here!]

Oh, right. The hotel stunt. I smirked as I typed: [Hope you’re enjoying the romantic alone time I set up for you two.]

Nora: [Romantic, my ass! I’m about to go into surgery!]

Me: […]

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Nora wasn’t joking, and no, the "surgery" wasn’t some lame excuse to avoid ...