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“Right?” Brooke exclaimed. “And VivwantedGrant to join.”

“To watch him squirm,” I defended.

“Does Grant squirm?” Katie asked doubtfully.

“I mean…squirm may be a slight overstatement, but he was definitely uncomfortable.”

“Of course he was,” Katie said. “He was playing third wheel on a date.” She shuddered slightly. “What did he say after?”

I was back in the parking lot, Grant in front of me, threatening to touch me and make me forget all about my precious graphs and charts.

He would’ve succeeded. I knew that.

And it scared the hell out of me.

“He didn’t really say much about it,” I hedged.

Katie’s face contorted. “That’s also weird. Did you just not talk afterward?”

“We did…”

Katie’s brows slid upward, and she glanced at Brooke, who met her gaze with one that spoke volumes.

Katie came up beside Brooke, leaned against the desk, and looked at me. “Spill.”

“Spill what? We walked to the parking garage, and he asked me about the date, like he did last time.”

“And…?” Katie prompted.

I stared at them, my face turning red. I could continue to insist nothing important had happened, but they knew me too well. They wouldn’t let up until I talked.

“We just chatted for a little while,” I said. “He brought donuts, and we argued about compatibility and chemistry.”

“Argued,” Katie repeated, urging me to expound.

“He refused to believe I don’t put much stock in chemistry and that I think our data are more valuable.”

Katie snorted.

“What?” I asked, slightly annoyed.

“Nothing,” she said, trying and failing to look repentant. “Go on.”

I pressed my lips together, then continued. “He tried to prove his point, and then I came back to work, and then the two of you?—”

“Hold up, hold up,” Katie said, one palm raised. “Tried to prove his point?”

Brooke’s gaze was intent on me. “Yeah. How?”

My face was fifty shades of red. “Just, like, got up in my space a little, I guess.”

It was quiet.

So quiet.

“Lemme get this straight,” Katie said. “His way of proving the importance of chemistry was to demonstrate the chemistry between the two ofyou?”

“Stop,” I said firmly.