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“How’s it going with you two?” I asked, eyeing him.

“Good,” he said, recovering. “Great. Why, she say something?” He laughed like it was a joke, but I knew him well enough to know it wasn’t. He was probing.

“We don’t talk about you,” I said.

“What do you guys talk about?” he asked, making a left.

I shrugged. “I don’t know. Books mostly? Woofarine? We talked a lot on our walk.”

“What about?”

“Stuff? Random things? You had to be there.”

“Was she mad I didn’t come?” he asked.

“I don’t think so. She was worried mostly.”

My cell phone vibrated.

Larissa: Woofarine just caught a bird in midair, right in front of me.

I laughed over my cell.

Mike glanced at me. “What?”

“Nothing. Woofarine,” I said, typing.

Me: Is it dead?

Larissa: It’s not even in one piece.

A picture of a desecrated bird came through and I put a hand over my mouth. It was twice his size. I was cracking up.

“What?” Mike asked again.

I showed him the picture and he smiled.

“That dog’s something else,” Mike said. “I should take him on runs.”

“You should,” I said, turning off my phone. “Please.”

“Hey, can we stop and get smash burgers?” Jesse said, leaning between the seats.

Mike shot him a disgusted look. “No, we’re not getting Smash—we’re going to the fucking gym, dude. You can have a protein shake.”

Jesse made a petulant noise from the back seat and Mike shook his head.

“Hey, whatever happened to that doctor chick who was hitting you up?” Mike asked me.

“Who? Heather?”

“Yeah.”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. Not interested.”

“I should ask Larissa if she has any friends,” he said.

I instantly sobered. “No, I’m good.”