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“Did you get an interview yet?” Morgan asks ten minutes in.

I sigh. “None. And my car’s getting worse. I almost gave a granny a heart attack this morning.”

Morgan chortles. “You’ll find a job. Stop stressing.”

Luke’s head jerks up.

“Sorry. Did you just say you were looking for a job?”

“Yeah,” I admit. “But every business in the world is conspiring against me, apparently.”

He laughs. “Your timing is insane. My aunt owns a pet store downtown, and she’s kind of desperate.”

At first, I’m ecstatic.

Until…

“Got any experience in retail?”

There it is.

“Not really,” I reluctantly admit. “But I want to learn.”

“She’s looking for someone with a bit of experience, but I think she’d be willing to meet with you. Since you’re a friend and all. It’s worth a shot. What do you say?”

I rejoice. “Are you kidding? I’d love that.”

“Great. I’m supposed to see her at family dinner tonight. I’ll talk to her and text you about an interview?”

“That sounds great.” I can barely contain myself.

“Shit.” Luke realizes something. “I can’t text you. You should give me your number.”

“Oh, right. Give me your phone.”

He slides it over to me so I can add my number into his contacts.

“Thanks, Luke. That means a lot.” I hand it back to him.

“Anytime.” He smiles and rises off his stool, retreating to the front of the class to ask the teacher a question.

As soon as he’s out of range, Will scoffs.

“I can’t text you. Give me your number. Seriously? You didn’t catch that? Come on, control freak, oldest trick in the book.”

I frown. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He looks baffled by my stupidity. “Come on, it’s so obvious the dude’s into you.”

“What? You’re crazy. He’s just being nice.”

Could it be?

Could Luke like me?

I mean, he’s definitely good-looking, but… is he my type? Is any guy my type after what happened with Blake?

“A little help here?” Will begs Morgan.

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