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Lana stewed the entire drive to Amavita and half the picnic. She couldn’t believe Nate was asking DJ about moving. She’d tried hard to keep him shielded from everything going on and didn’t want Nate dragging DJ into the middle of their issues.
Jake walked up, two glasses of wine in his hands. He handed one over, which Lana gratefully accepted.
“Are you sure your girlfriend is okay with you talking to me?” Lana snapped.
Jake paused, his glass a breath from his lips. He lowered it and turned to examine her. “Uh, excuse me?”
Lana took a breath. “Sorry. I’m in a shitty mood. I probably should have just stayed home.”
Jake didn’t press for details, just sipped his wine and waited. Dammit, but she knew he was tricking her. She couldn’t sit there calmly when she was pissed off, and Jake k
