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“Liar.”
A smile tugged at Blake’s lips. “How’s your head?”
“Still attached,” Devon teased. “Slightly less angry than yesterday.”
“Dizziness?”
“Only if I move too fast.”
“Shoulder?”
“Sore.”
“Did you eat?”
“Blake.”
“What?”
“Are you interrogating me?”
He paused. “I plead the Fifth.”
She laughed softly, the sound easing something inside his chest.
“Toast with peanut butter, coffee, water, and the pain medication Dr. Bennett prescribed. And I’ve been lying on your couch for the past hour.”
“Sounds like Gwen’s keeping you in line.”
“Willow’s supervising us both.” Humor filled Devon’s tone. “Although I’m pretty sure she’d let me rob a bank if I scratched behind her ears first.”
Blake chuckled.
“Listen,” she continued. “I’ve been thinking about something.”
“Dev—”
“Before you start, I haven’t touched my computer. I swear.”
“Okay . . .”
“Remember the billing discrepancies Carol flagged? There was a company name that kept appearing in the payment records. Meridian Administrative Solutions.”
Blake straightened.
“Not on the actual claims,” she explained. “It looked like a third-party processor. Carol mentioned them twice in her notes, and I never followed up because I was focused on the weird pattern.”
He hurried to his desk and grabbed a pen and pad of sticky notes, writing as she spoke. “Thanks. Draven and I will look into it.”
Blake tossed the ink pen onto his desk.
“I want to help.”
Blake closed his eyes. There it was.
“You are helping.”
“I’m lying on your couch flipping through channels and gossiping about you with Gwen.”
