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Sierra gave a little huff. "Well?"

I looked back. "Well what?"

"Aren't you gonna ask if I saw her?"

"Who?"

Was I playing dumb?

Absolutely.

And from the look on Sierra's face, she wasn't fooled.

I wasn't even fooling myself, because it was all I could do not to beg Sierra – or heck, even Devon – to tell me how Maisie was doing.

If Maisie had seen the ring, I could guess the answer.

Not good.

Sierra rolled her eyes. "Nice try. But you're dying to know. I can tell."

I gave her a stiff smile. "But not as much as you're dying to tell me."

"Oh, fine. Since you're obviously curious, I think she's in trouble." She looked to Devon and said, "You think so, too, right?"

Devon nodded so fast, I was surprised his head didn't fall off.

Unable to stop myself, I asked, "What kind of trouble?"

Sierra sighed. "She's dating this guy. He's super rich and hot. But I know he's just using her."

I studied Sierra's face. "Using her how?"

"Well, you know," she said. "He's one of those summer guys. He's gonna stick with her 'til the season's over, and then leave her devastated." She scoffed. "Can you imagine?"

I didn't have to imagine. I'd seen it firsthand. Except it was no summer guy. It was "college guy" – aka Devon, who Maisie had dated through most of college only to be dumped on the verge of graduation.

Some might say Devon was rich and hot, which probably explained why Sierra had worked so hard to steal him. It certainly couldn't have been his personality.

But Maisie had always insisted that Devon was deeper and nicer than he ever let on. Then again, Maisie saw the best in everyone.

Still, none of this was ringing true. And the weirdest thing was, Sierra looked genuinely bothered, like this new guy was the worst kind of trouble.

For one ridiculous second, I started to wonder if she was truly worried about Maisie.

And then it hit me.

Oh. My. God. I smiled. "So, you couldn't steal him, huh?"

She drew back. "What? No." She gave an unconvincing laugh. "Do I need to remind you, I'm engaged?"

I put on my clueless face. "You are? I had no idea."

"Well, I am!" she said, totally missing the point. She shot Devon a look. "Right?"

Looking like a deer in headlights, Devon dutifully replied, "Uh, yeah. We're engaged."

Sierra's eyes narrowed. "You could sound a little happier about it. You asked me, remember?"