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“Whatever.” Draven sat back against the seat.

At the same time, Blake’s phone buzzed inside his vest pocket. He pulled it out and glanced at the screen. A notification from one of the programs he had running on his office computer.

Not Devon.

The fact that his brain registered that and the disappointment he felt before he’d even unlocked the screen was mildly concerning. He checked the notification and slid the phone back into his pocket.

Draven was watching him.

Blake frowned. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“You’re looking at me like you know something I don’t.”

Draven’s mouth curved into a slow grin. “Thought that might’ve been Devon texting you.”

He grew still. “Why would you think that?”

“Because you looked disappointed when it wasn’t.”

Lucas snorted again.

Blake shot a glare toward the front seat. “Devon and I are just friends,” he insisted.

“Never said you weren’t,” Draven shot back with a grin.

Emmett glanced over his shoulder. “How is she? Really?”

The teasing edge disappeared from their conversation.

“Better,” Blake answered. “I think.”

Emmett nodded as if he understood exactly what Blake meant.

“She still looking for Crawford?” Lucas asked with his eyes on the road.

“Probably.”

Blake knew damn well she was. He also knew Devon well enough now to understand there wasn’t much anyone could do to stop her.

Draven studied him for another few seconds. “You like her.”

“Of course I like her.” Blake sighed. “She’s my friend.”

“No.” The other man’s grin returned. “I mean you like her.”

He stared at his friend. “What are you, twelve?”

Draven threw his head back and laughed. “I knew it.”

“You know nothing of the sort.”

“Your face says I’m right.”

“Actually, my face says I’m considering opening that door behind you and throwing you out onto the interstate.”

Draven’s brows rose high. “My, my, aren’t we defensive?”