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Rory

Constance pushes through the school doors with her back, the metal ringing in my ears.

“You think it has something to do with Bea?” I say, scrambling after her.

She glances back at me. “I didn’t know you two were on a first-name basis.”

“Well, I’ve been to the bar once. Or twice,” I say with a sheepish smile.

Constance nods toward my cruiser. “We’re taking your car.” She reaches for the handle and pulls. It doesn’t open. “Unlock it, please.”

“Not until you tell me where your mind is going,” I say.

Constance stares at me over the roof of the car, then folds her arms on the roof to lean in just a bit closer. “You’re going to have to trust me on this one.”

“I do trust you.”

“But do you really?”

I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Constance, haven’t I done enough to prove that yet? I’ve apologized, I’ve taken your opinion seriously, I showed up to support you yesterday, I—” Kissing someone doesn’t imply trust.

But I never would have kissed Constance if I didn’t trust her. Andespeciallyif she didn’t trust me.

Constance appraises me for a long moment, icy blue eyes sending goosebumps across my skin. “I just wanted to hear you say it.”

Now what the heck am I supposed to do with that? When she says things that melt my heart and make me want to dash the boundary and give her another kiss?

Not the time, McEvoy.

“Go with me. Willie’s.”

I wait for her to say more. “Okay…?”

“Wilhelm.”

“Bea… Bea is a Wilhelm?”

Constance holds up her hands. “Not explicitly.”

“What does that mean?”

“This is hearsay. So like I said, grain of salt, but I think it’s what we’ve got right now with the receipt. Bea and I went to school together our whole lives, right?”

I nod. “Yeah, she mentioned that.”

Her brow creases momentarily.

“All… good things.”

“She was your ‘confidential source,’ wasn’t she?” she asks.

I swallow. If she can’t lie, maybe she’s good at sensing when other people lie. “Maybe.”

“McEvoy!”

“Listen, it brought us together, didn’t it?” I ask.

Her eyes widen.

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