Page 62 of Keep Your Friends Close and Your… Work Enemy Closer?

"Well,methinks thou art mistaken."

"Out, out, damn spot."

Rolling my eyes, I pulled my nightshirt over my head. "What does that even mean in this context?"

"I don't know," she admitted with a shrug. "I just like that line."

I shook my head, laughing. "But that's not even from the same play. I'm starting to think you just like Shakespeare for the drama."

She bounced again, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "You know I do love the drama. But seriously, you can't keep dodging the question. What's really going on with you and Jared?"

I let out a sigh as I flopped onto my bed. "There's nothing to tell. He's just... sometimes kind of charming and confusing. And a bit too good-looking for his own good."

A triumphant grin on her face, she smacked the bed. "So youdothink he's hot."

"Maybe a little."

"So you like him now? Like like him like him? You don't think he has cooties anymore?"

"What are we in third grade?"

Laughing, she fell back on her bed. "You want third grade? Jared and Dee... sitting in a tree..."

I threw a pillow her way, but that still didn't shut her up.

"K-i-s-s-i-n-g."

"We've never kissed, and we're not going to."

"Oh, okay."

"But you do like him."

"No. Not really."

She arched a brow at me. "But you blush every time he looks your way. Or any time he's near you. Or—"

I interrupted her with a groan. "He does not make me blush."

"Uh-huh. Sure. I think you're just in denial about how smitten you are."

"Oh, please. I'm not smitten in the least."

"Whatever you say, smitten kitten."

With an exaggerated huff, I shoved my pillow around, trying to fluff it up a bit. "I'm not a smitten kitten."

"Mm-hmm. Well, whenever you're ready to talk about whatever isnotgoing on, just let me know."

"Don't worry. You'll be the first to know about whatever isnothappening between me and Jared. Which is nothing. Absolutely nothing," I repeated.

Snorting, she began to stretch out her back, soon letting out a moan. "Oh, my God, I've never been so exhausted in my life."

I grabbed onto the change of subject with relief. "Right?"

"This retreat is torture. But fun torture? Does that make sense?"

"I couldn't agree more."

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