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  She held up her hand again, not wanting to talk to him about that. He had been drunk, and she had been an easy target in his apartment. She couldn’t blame him for trying or for walking out without waking her up the next morning. He didn’t know about her nightmares or that she might scream herself awake the next morning. After what had just happened and the amount of time she was likely to spend with him at work over the next two months, it was probably better that he didn’t know.

  “I’ll see you at work tomorrow,” she whispered, desperate to get away.

  He sighed and nodded. “Good night.”

  Devon rushed to the elevator as quickly as she could. She couldn’t be under his scrutiny any longer. His intense gaze seemed to weigh and measure her, and she felt her insides squirm under it all. And when she was trying to avoid it all, how did she seem to notice more and more how attractive he was?

  She shook her head, trying to dispel her thoughts. The image of him stretching his hands over his head, showing off the muscles in his arms and the tightness of his stomach, rushed back to her then. When she tried not to think of something, why did it always flash back to her at that exact moment?

  Her cheeks were still hot when she exited the elevator. She scolded herself for thinking of a boy at a time like this. Another guy in her life right now was the last thing she needed. Period.

  Devon flung open the apartment door, forgetting that it was four in the morning. As the door knocked into the wall, she cursed and lunged for it to keep it from banging a second time. Hadley and Garrett were asleep, and she had no desire to awake them at this hour. Slowly closing the door behind her, Devon crept to her bedroom and changed into a loose-fit tank top and her silk sleep shorts. After everything that had happened tonight, the last thing she wanted to do was crawl into bed and have another nightmare to match her freak-out on the street.

  She padded out into the living room and turned on the TV. She didn’t care what she watched as long as it was something that would captivate her thoughts and pull her out of her funk. When nothing caught her attention, she flipped to old Bugs Bunny cartoons and tuned in as he eluded capture over and over again.

  A few minutes later, the front door creaked open, and Devon straightened in her seat. Who was coming home at this hour? It was well past the time Garrett typically got off work, and Hadley had to go to work in just a few hours.

  “Hello?” Devon called softly.

  “Hey,” Garrett said, materializing into the living room.

  Devon’s body relaxed at the sight of him. It was just Garrett. No need to be alarmed. Why he was out this late was his own business. She was just glad to see him, especially since she could finally pay him some rent for the apartment. It wasn’t much, but it would do until she got her first actual paycheck.

  “You’re in late,” she said with a smile and a yawn.

  “I’m surprised to find you up.” Garrett kicked off his shoes and took a seat next to her on the couch.

  “I got a job today,” she told him brightly, facing him and crossing her legs pretzel-style.

  She was happier about telling him than she had thought she would be. He believed in her. He had given her a chance. He was the one who hadn’t kicked her out when she couldn’t pay up right away.

  “Congrats!” he said with a warm smile.

  She liked his smile. It was so genuine.

  “Hold on one second.” Devon jumped up and rushed into the bedroom. She pulled out the wad of cash, kept a twenty for herself, and then crept back to the living room. “Here you go.”

  Garrett’s eyes widened as Devon handed him the roll of bills and sat back down next to him. He pulled it out of her hand and judged the sum.

  “Where did you get all this?” His eyes moved from the money to her face and back.

  “They’re my tips from work,” she told him.

  Garrett flipped through the cash with trepidation. Devon couldn’t figure out why he was acting so strangely.

  “Devon,” he said softly, “when I said not to worry about getting a job and that we could arrange something if need be…I really meant it.”

  Devon looked up at him in confusion. What was he insinuating?

  “You didn’t have to…do this,” he said, pointing to the money, “just because you were worried about rent.”

  “It’s not a big deal. I like the work. It clears my mind.” She wasn’t even sure why she said it. She hadn’t talked much to anyone about what was going on with her. She wasn’t about to start now.

  Garrett’s eyes traveled the length of her body, and Devon grew conscious of the little clothing she was wearing. She hadn’t been expecting him, or else she would have put on sweats.

  “I’m sure you’re…good at the work,” he said, treading cautiously. “I just don’t think stripping is the answer.”

  Devon sputtered loudly, her mouth gaping open. “What?” she gasped. “I’m not stripping!”

  The breath seemed to explode out of his mouth all at once. He looked very relieved. She couldn’t believe he had thought she had reduced to stripping to get money to pay for rent. That would look great on her resume!

  “You’re not?” he gasped out.

  “No!”

  “What do you expect when you hand me what looks like a hundred single dollar bills?” He shook his head in disbelief.

  “You have to give me more credit than that. I’m sure everyone wants to see me with my clothes off, but it’s not like I’d actually do it. I’m a bit more behind-closed-doors than that.” She rolled her eyes skyward.

  They looked at each other then, and suddenly, they were both laughing. Devon was doubled over, clutching at her sides. Garrett had his hand on her back as he tried to hold in his laughter. He wasn’t very successful. Both shot furtive glances at Hadley’s closed bedroom door. The last thing they wanted was to explain why they were laughing so hard so early in the morning. Hadley would surely take well to Garrett thinking Devon was a stripper…or not.

  Devon leaned back on the couch. Garrett’s hand slid across her back and into his lap. She could feel every inch he had touched, and when she checked his gaze, it registered that he had noticed as well. Turning away, embarrassed, Devon tucked her legs back up and scooted over. A conversation about stripping sure shifted the mood.

  “So,” Devon said, clearing her throat, “why were you in so late from work?”

  “I’m working on some foreign investments. They like to have someone there to work the markets when they’re open. We alternate who gets the worst hours,” he said with a shrug as if this all made sense to her.

  She knew nothing about stocks, except that her parents had invested well and that had paid for her college education.

  “Sounds boring,” she told him honestly.

  “Definitely not as interesting as stripping,” he said with mischief in his eyes.

  Devon laughed and swatted at him. It felt nice to laugh and feel this carefree. “Oh, stop it!”

  “Tell me, do the men cry in your corner? When they say, ‘no touch,’ do they mean no touch?” he asked with humor in his voice.

  “Crying is a definite,” Devon said, playing his game. “And the no-touch rule only applies to those I don’t want to touch me.”

  She couldn’t figure out why her voice changed or when the carefree had shifted away from carefree. Somehow, her teasing had strayed without her permission, and her body was now responding to his assessment of her. She didn’t know why, but it was like, all of a sudden, she realized she was attracted to him. He was her best friend’s boyfriend and pretty much the nicest guy she had ever met. Why was she allowing herself to be attracted to him?

  Garrett laughed at her playfulness, and she tried not to read into the edge in his voice. He certainly wasn’t attracted to her. She was reading into it. It wasn’t there. She had just had a rough night and was exhausted. That was all.

  “I, uh…think I should go to bed,” Devon said with a smile. Even if she was reading into it, she neede
d to be far away from this moment.

  “Are you sleeping any better?” he asked, keeping her from her departure.

  She nodded her head even though it wasn’t the truth. “Much.”

  “I’m glad to hear that.”

  His gaze never left her, and she tried not to squirm.

  “Night,” Devon whispered, easing out of the room as fast as she could.

  As soon as she closed her bedroom door behind her, she rushed to her bed and threw herself against it. What the fuck was she thinking? First Brennan, and now Garrett? Was she out of her fucking mind?

  She couldn’t get a grasp on it. Why was she acting like this? She had gone a month without sex…only a month. It hadn’t been that long of a period of time without Reid.

  Her body was betraying her mind. She wanted to scold herself for acting like a hormone-crazed teenager. Was she such a carnal animal that she couldn’t go a month without wanting to fuck everyone who got close enough to her? It didn’t make sense. She refused for it to make sense.

  Devon stuffed her earbuds into her ears and blasted Dustin’s music as loud as she could manage. It had always had a calming effect. She let the angsty music rush over her body with its anger and rebellion seeping deep into her pores. She had initiated her own rebellion and needed to see it through. She couldn’t be distracted by anything. There was no way she could risk bringing anyone down with her.

  She’d had the strength to propel herself into action—to finally leave. She now needed the strength to stay away. Devon couldn’t help but remember how it felt to be back in St. Louis, helpless to her own desire for acceptance. As much as she had tried to escape everything that had happened, her life pinwheeled her through time and space. She felt upside-down and right-side-up. She felt lost and so alone yet completely surrounded.

  All she wanted to do was to give her body a release and free herself from her own trap. But she wouldn’t let herself. She wouldn’t orient herself in that way. If she did, then she would only be accepting her attraction. It would be better for her body to ache and her mind to remember that she would have to go without… she could go without. She wasn’t beholden to her body’s demands.

  She could initiate her own rebellion.

  THOSE NEXT TWO weeks were the best Devon had experienced since coming to Chicago. Working at Jenn’s was so taxing that when she came back to the apartment, all she could do was fall into bed, exhausted. And she hadn’t had one nightmare during that whole time.

  She worried that once the routine started kicking in—when she didn’t feel the constant pain in her feet, or the rush to always be moving, or the ring of orders in her brain—the dreams would return. She didn’t want to think about it. She preferred to believe that she had made the right choice, that the depression was sliding off her, and that she was improving. Devon didn’t want to face the alternative.

  Either way, her attitude was much improving with her mind occupied.

  The main thing holding her back was that Hadley still hadn’t gotten over what had happened. Not that Devon could blame her. She had basically blackmailed Hadley into allowing her to stay. But Hadley didn’t know why Devon needed to stay. If Hadley knew, then she likely wouldn’t have been as pissed. Devon just couldn’t tell her. Even before Hadley had avoided speaking with her for nearly a month, Devon hadn’t felt comfortable telling Hadley about what had happened in St. Louis. Now with the strain in their relationship, it seemed even less likely.

  When Hadley had found out she was working at Jenn’s, it had been a disaster. Hadley had walked into the restaurant with her normal bounce in her step, slapped her ass right down on a seat at the bar, and ordered the chicken from Brennan. Devon had walked out of the kitchen, balancing a tray of drinks on her shoulder. As she had walked to the booth to deliver the drinks, she caught Hadley’s eye. All of her bounce had disappeared. She had muttered something to Brennan that Devon couldn’t hear before she had stood and strode right out of the place.

  Brennan had glanced between Hadley’s retreating form and Devon. “You guys in a fight?”

  Devon had shrugged and averted her gaze. She had walked back into the kitchen, but Brennan followed her.

  “You going to tell me what that was all about?” he had asked.

  “No.” She had placed the tray down and loaded it back up with food for another table.

  “Aren’t you guys best friends?” Brennan had prodded.

  “Yes,” she had answered simply.

  “Devon,” he had said, reaching out and grabbing her arm, “is everything alright?”

  That had become his mantra. She didn’t know how many times he had asked her that or how many times she had lied. She was fine. Fine.

  Hadley hadn’t shown up in Jenn’s since that day, or at least, she hadn’t shown up anytime Devon was working. In fact, Devon had only seen her in passing at the apartment, too. It was like Hadley was avoiding the apartment as much as Devon had before she had gotten a job. Devon had tried stopping Hadley to talk, but she always pretended to be busy before she immediately left. Devon worried that she would go the rest of the summer without seeing her friend. What she had done was wrong, but she wanted to help Hadley if only Hadley would let her.

  THE DAY THAT Hadley walked back into Jenn’s Restaurant, Devon was so surprised that she nearly dropped her tray. She had been lugging that thing around for how long, and she almost lost control of it? When Amy, the other waitress on duty, glared at her, Devon quickly recovered.

  Devon slowly tried to go about her business and not pay any extra attention to her friend. She wasn’t a particularly perceptive person to begin with, but Devon noticed everything about Hadley that day. Her business suit was as pristine as ever. Her blonde hair had been tied up into a French twist at the back of her scalp. Her makeup had been carefully applied. She looked perfect.

  Except where she didn’t.

  Living with Hadley for two-and-a-half years had given Devon a certain insight into her behavior that most people wouldn’t normally pick up on. Her eyes seemed a bit more hollow than normal. Her suit was too loose, like she had lost weight. The bounce in her step was missing entirely. Hadley was in a low place even if she appeared perfect on the outside.

  Hadley sat down in her normal seat. She lifted her head, looked directly at Devon, and then snapped back to face the front.

  Devon sighed. So, that was how it was going to be. This was some kind of turf battle. Devon certainly didn’t have a problem with her being there. She just wished it were under different circumstances.

  Brennan approached Hadley and took her order. Instead of her typical drink, he passed a glass of water across the bar. Hadley looked up at him, and Devon could only guess the seething look she was giving him. Brennan knew as well as Devon did that Hadley was in over her head. Devon was lucky to have him on her side…or at least, she thought he was on her side. He hadn’t seemed particularly perturbed the night he had told Devon that Hadley was using, but he had been extra cautious about the subject ever since Hadley had stormed out of the restaurant.

  When Hadley’s order was ready, Brennan motioned Devon over.

  “What’s up?” she asked innocently, like she didn’t know that this was Hadley’s food.

  “Will you take this out to Hadley?” he asked just as innocently, like he didn’t know anything about Hadley and Devon’s relationship.

  Devon bit her lip. “Are you sure she won’t throw it at me?”

  “You’re the one not answering questions,” he said.

  Devon didn’t even have a retort for that. She couldn’t answer questions—plain and simple. She wasn’t confident enough to tell anyone what had happened. Maybe when she went back to St. Louis in the fall, she would find that it was all in her head.

  Instead of responding, she took the tray from Brennan and walked through the swinging door. Brennan followed hot on her heels, stopping within a safe distance in case he had to intervene. Devon took a deep breath and walked right up to Hadley. She placed
Hadley’s food down in front of her, and Hadley didn’t look up once. Devon tucked her tray under her arm and waited.

  “You can go,” Hadley said coldly.

  “Hadley, I’m sorry,” Devon whispered.

  “No,” she said, shaking her head. “I just want to eat lunch.”

  “Can’t we talk?” Devon asked.

  Hadley stood fiercely and glared at Devon. She turned on her heel and walked toward the door, and Devon just stood there, dumbfounded. Devon had never known Hadley to hold a grudge, especially not one this ferocious. Were the drugs addling her brain this much? How much more was she using since she and Devon had last spoken?

  Devon rushed around the bar, but Brennan was already there, striding toward Hadley. He reached her right before she got to the door and pulled her aside. Devon was close behind, but Brennan shot her a warning look, so she retreated a few paces. She was just close enough to make out some of what they were saying.

  “Come on, Hadley,” Brennan said, dropping his arm.

  “Why are you sticking your nose in this?” Hadley asked.

  “Why aren’t you giving her a chance? Didn’t you say she was your best friend? Haven’t you known each other for years? What could possibly be keeping you from making up with her?” he asked pointedly.

  “Oh god, not you, too,” she said. “Don’t become a hypocrite. I don’t need to hear it from you as well.”

  “Hadley, I don’t give two shits about what you’re doing in your free time. I only care about who you’re hurting—yourself and Devon. This goes beyond you. Just give her a chance.”

  Devon could see the hard look in his eyes even from where she stood. She marveled at his smooth words. He wasn’t one for conversation when they worked together.

  “I can’t deal with this right now,” Hadley said, pushing him away.

  He reached out and took her arm again. “It doesn’t all have to be better today. But don’t you think she’s hurting, too?”

  When he lowered his voice, Devon strained to hear.

  “Don’t you see that she’s here for a reason?” he whispered.