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Chloe blushed at my teasing. She and the good officer had been on multiple dates over the past few weeks. It looked like her ex–douche bag, Miles, was finally out of the picture. “Something like that,” Chloe muttered, glancing away. I sat up, shading my eyes from the glare of the sun. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing! Everything’s great, silly!” She laughed, waving a hand, but I sensed something behind her dismissal. Like me, she’d always been a terrible liar. “Really? Is that why you’re not looking me in the eye when you say that?” “It’s just . . . ” She sighed extravagantly and rolled her eyes. “God, I can’t believe I’m going to tell you this.” Now she had my full attention. I swung my legs over the chaise, peering at her through my sunglasses. The deck was hot beneath my bare feet, the su
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