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“I haven’t even asked anything.”

“You were about to.”

Janie laughed. “You and Blake still talking?”

Devon’s gaze slid to her phone. “Occasionally.”

If occasionally means daily, then sure. We’ll go with that.

“How is he?”

“You live in the same city as him. You tell me.”

“It’s more fun asking you.”

Devon rolled her eyes and returned her attention to the screen. “Last time we spoke, he sounded fine.”

“When was that?”

“Earlier today.” She frowned. “Why?”

“Interesting.”

“There is literally nothing interesting about what I just said.”

“Whatever you say.”

Devon shook her head, even as a grin tugged at her lips. “We’re just friends, J.”

“I didn’t say you weren’t.”

“But you were thinking it.”

“I was thinking a lot of things.”

“Most of which are probably wrong.”

Janie laughed again. “Do you like him?”

Devon’s fingers stilled over the keyboard.

Don’t answer that.

“He lives eight hundred miles away.”

“That wasn’t my question.”

Of course, it wasn’t.

Devon stared at her screen. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Then why are you avoiding the question?”

Damn.

She walked right into that one.

“I like Blake . . . as a person.”