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“That is career important. This is best-friend important. Different category.”

I grab a pillow and smack her in the stomach with it. “Ay, cállate.”

She catches it, laughing.

“Was it good?”

“I’m not answering that.”

Her laughter cuts off. Slowly, she lowers the pillow and stares at me.

“Oh my God. It was really good.”

“Bex, te juro, shut up.”

“It was. Look at your face.”

“There is nothing wrong with my face.”

“You look pissed off.”

“I usually look pissed off, cabrona.”

No, this is your specific I-liked-something-I-didn’t-want-to-like face.”

“That is not a face.”

“I’ve known you since high school. You absolutely have a face for it.”

I turn away and refold a shirt that was already fine.

“It happened after the race. I went over there because he almost got himself killed and I wanted to yell at him.”

“And somehow his clothes fell off?”

“Ay, cállate.”

She keeps poking at me until I finally admit that yes, it was good, and no, it didn’t mean anything. I got dressed, went home, got ready, and played my set like the whole thing never happened.

“That doesn’t exactly scream meaningless,” Bex says, her smile fading into something gentler. “You slept with him, then he showed up at your set looking proud as hell. Now he’s going to Miami with you. Cece, the man is obsessed.”

“He likes the chase.”

“Maybe. Or maybe he just likes you.” She reaches over and squeezes my hand. “He’s a good guy. Loud, cocky, reckless as fuck, but good. And he isn’t your dad.”

My shoulders tighten, but she doesn’t push it harder.

“You don’t have to trust him with your whole life,” she says. “Just give him a chance to prove he’s not going anywhere.”

I look down at Guac curled in my lap, warm and completely relaxed while my brain does the opposite.

Revel already got me into bed.

He could have taken the win and moved on.

Instead, he came to my set. He watched me like I was the only person in the room, acted proud when James offered me Miami, and invited himself along before I could even figure out how to ask for help.

Maybe that’s what scares me.