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I groan. “You’re seeing things that aren’t there.”
“I know my best friend, and I know what I saw,” she says. “I’m definitely not seeing things. I just can’t believe I didn’t see it back then.”
I shift in my seat. This is weird, talking about Emmy. Especially to Mack.
“I know you’re not telling me something,” she says. “Which seems to be a trend when it comes to you two.”
“Oh, stop it,” I say. “You know it would’ve been weird.”
“Not that weird.”
“You pretty much told everyone within earshot what a screw-up I was,” I say. “And you made it clear you did not want me anywhere near your friends.”
“I know. I was a jerk.” She looks away. “Emmy’s been telling me that for a while.”
“She said you were a jerk?” I laugh at that, mostly because I can’t picture it at all.
“She said I wasn’t giving you a chance,” she says. “That you’re not the guy I think you are. And she was right, I think.”
Emmy said that? About me?
“I’m sorry, too,” she says.
“For what?”
“For not being more understanding,” she says. “You guys were smart to keep your friendship from me. I probably wouldn’t have been cool about it.”
“Probably not,” I say.
She looks at me. “I’m trying to apologize here.”
I smirk. “Sorry,” I say. “Keep going.”
“No, that’s it,” she says, faking offense. “That’s all you get.”
I laugh. “Okay, well, I’m glad you’re cool if me and Emmy are friends, but that’s all we are.”
“Okay, fine. Friends.” She sits forward a bit. “But why?”
I frown. “Why what?”
“Don’t you think she’s pretty?”
More than I want to let on. “Yeah, sure, she’s fine.”
She chucks a throw pillow at me. “She’s more than fine, Owen. Don’t be a jerk.”
I hug the pillow in front of me. “Okay, yeah, she’s more than fine. She’s. . .” I think of her at the photo shoot, between the bookshelves, her body pressed to mine.
A slow smile spreads across her lips. “I knew I was right.”
I shake the memory off and hold up a hand in protest because I can already see what’s happening here, and I don’t want any part of it.
She points at me. “You like her.”
“Mack, I told you, we’re fr—”
She cuts me off with an upheld hand. “Ah. Don’t even pretend.”
