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“He’s what?” Autumn blurted, even as she inwardly berated herself. Why hadn’t she seen this coming? Why had she blithely thought he would be unattached in this reality, just as she was?
“He’s been seeing someone,” Rachel said gently, as though she’d seen the shock in her visitor’s eyes and wanted to do what she could to let her down as easily as possible.
“Who?” Autumn demanded.
Rachel sipped some more of her tea. “A bartender at the Eleventh Hour Lounge. She’s a civilian,” she added.
A civilian. A bartender. Neither one of those qualities seemed to be anything that would’ve attracted the Michael McAllister Autumn knew, but of course, she wasn’t in possession of all the facts here. “Is it serious?”
“I’m not sure,” Rachel said. “Or at least, they haven’t been seeing each other for t
