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“Is that weird for you?” I ask as I follow him down the stairs and out into the hall.

“Nah.” He lifts a shoulder. “We’re not together anymore. If you’re happy, I’m happy for you, D.”

“We’re not dating, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“I wasn’t, but that’s nice to know.”

“But…”

He smirks when I don’t continue. “Spit it out, woman.”

“But!” I say loudly. “Would it be weird if Iwasdating someone?”

“I told you, Delia, I’m happy for you if you’re happy.”

I stop walking and it takes a moment for Caleb to notice I’m not next to him.

“D?”

“You’re a damn unicorn, Caleb.”

“Okaaaay…” He draws the word out, his brows pinched together.

“You’re my ex-boyfriend—mynewlyex-boyfriend. How can you be so chill about this? How are you so…niceabout this?”

“Am I supposed to be mean?”

“I…” I clasp my hands, trying to rub away the anxious feeling washing over me. “Well, no. I guess not. It’s just most guys wouldn’t be so chill about their ex maybe hitting it off with a new guy so soon after a breakup.” Not that I think I’m hitting it off with this mysterious Zach guy, but still.

He winks. “Unicorn, remember?”

Laughing, I roll my eyes and resume strolling along. “How did I ever let you go?”

“Who knows, especially with my huge co—”

I slap my hand over his mouth. “CALEB!”

He peels it away, grinning like he’s the king of the world. “What? I was going to say comic book collection.”

Irollover at the sound of my phone going off. Glancing at the bedside clock, I note it’s after eleven.What the…I have no idea who could be texting me because most of the people I know would be asleep by now, especially on a Monday night.

I swipe open my screen and a smile overtakes my face in an instant.

Zach: Why is it I’ve spent the last twenty minutes trying to fall asleep and I can’t because all I can think about is you?

Me: Are you trying to start a sexting convo?

Zach: What? No!

Zach: Shit. That did come out creepy, huh?

Me: See? I told you you’re a creeper.

Zach: Cat’s out of the bag now…

Me: Why are you thinking about me?

Zach: I suppose I could have been more specific. All I can think about is how you’ve potentially cost me a client. I won’t know until Thursday.