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His jovial tone loosened some of the anxiety filling her chest. Devon set the flashlight on her nightstand. Willow jumped onto the bed and began circling near the pillows.

“It’s okay,” Devon assured him. “It’s probably nothing of concern, anyway.”

“I’ll look at the file first thing in the morning,” Blake promised.

“Don’t feel as if you have to drop everything to do me a favor.”

“I don’t.” A slight pause. “You asked me to look, so I’ll look.”

Her heart warmed. “Thanks. I really appreciate it.”

“Anytime.”

Devon pulled one leg up onto the mattress.

“So,” Blake spoke up again. “What are you doing tomorrow night?”

The question caught her off guard.

“Why?”

“That’s not an answer.”

Her brows dipped in the center even as her lips curled into a smile. “I don’t know. Probably working. Might do a couple loads of laundry if things get wild.”

“Cancel it.”

Devon blinked. “My laundry?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because. We’re going to have a pizza and movie night.”

Her frown deepened. “Blake, you do realize I’m in Missouri, and you’re all the way in D.C.”

“It’s called technology, Brighton. Try to keep up.”

A soft chuckle escaped. “Okay, fine. How exactly are you planning this⁠—”

She almost called it a date. Which, technically, friends could have a dinner date without it being romantic . . . but still.

“We pick a movie,” Blake explained. “You order pizza from your favorite place there, and I do the same here. We’ll start the movie at the same time and stay on the phone while we watch it.”

Devon laughed softly. “You’re crazy.”

“That’s not a no.”

Her smile grew. “What kind of pizza are you ordering for yourself?”

“Pepperoni.”

She scoffed. “Boring.”

“Classic,” Blake argued. “Why? What do you put on yours?”

“It depends on my mood.”