Page 112 of Just The Way You Aren't

As we turn to leave, Alec calls out, "Langley."

I pause and glance back, waiting for yet another good-natured jab.

"You look..." he searches for the right word, "happy." He says it as though diagnosing a peculiar condition.

"I am," I confirm simply.

Something like curiosity flickers across his face before his usual mask of sardonic detachment returns. "Well, someone has to win this bet. Might as well be me."

"We'll see," Willow says with a mysterious smile. "You could meet the right woman when you least expect it."

"Not a chance," Alec replies confidently. "Some of us are immune."

As we walk out, I whisper into Willow’s ear, "That's exactly what I used to say."

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