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“Yes, but are you–” Megan started. “Ow!”

Kelsey had elbowed her and gave her a glare.

“I mean, dinner. I’m hungry,” Megan said instead.

“She skipped lunch,” Kelsey replied.

“How doyouknow that?” Sean asked her.

“She told me when we drove over here,” Kelsey said with a look of confusion on her face. “And I did, too. So, can we go?”

“Yeah, just let me grab a sweater,” Bryce said.

“Bry, I saw the post. You’re asking people to help you find her. That’s so cool,” Megan noted. “It’s like this worldwide phenomenon now.”

“It’s no big deal,” she said as she reached for the sweater she’d left on the chair by the sofa. “It’s not going to work.”

“How do you know?” Kelsey asked. “I think it’s pretty romantic.”

“Romantic?” Sean asked. “You’re starting to sound like Megs over here.”

“I amnot.” Kelsey chuckled. “I just think it’s sweet.”

“Sweet?” Bryce asked as she made her way to the door. “Yeah, that’s a Megan word. You’d usually say something like, ‘Cool,’ or, ‘Interesting.’”

“Anyway,” Kelsey said to her with wide eyes. “It’s cool and interesting, okay?”

Bryce laughed and replied, “We’ll see. Are we ready?”

“Yeah, let’s go,” Sean spoke. “I’ll drive. Kels, shotgun?”

“No, Bry can have it,” Kelsey said as they left Bryce’s apartment.

Kelsey sometimes got carsick, which was why, for the majority of their road trip to New Orleans, she’d either driven or sat in the passenger’s seat.

“Megs?” Bryce asked, knowing Sean didn’t want Bryce sitting next to her on the drive to the restaurant.

“No, I’m okay in the back seat.”

Bryce had no recourse now, so she nodded, and they made their way to the car. She knew that it was odd for Kelsey to give up the front seat, but then she watched Kelsey pull the door open for Megan before walking around to the other side of Sean’s SUV and thought that was even stranger.

When she climbed into the passenger’s seat, though, she looked over at Sean.

“We’re okay, all right?” Sean told her as Megan laughed at something Kelsey had said in the back seat.

“Okay,” Bryce replied softly.

CHAPTER 11

“Okay. I have good news,” Monica said as she sat down.

“You do?” Sophie asked.

“She does,” Brigette added as she sat down next to her girlfriend.

“Okay. Well, what is it?”

“Your old role at Arnette isn’t open, but the one right below it is. I know it’s not ideal, but if you get this one, it’s a way back in, and you could work your way back up.”

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