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It couldn't be a coincidence.

Was she in some sort of trouble?

Or off on a wild adventure?

I had no idea.

But right here in front of me was someone who had seen Delaney just a couple of weeks ago, assuming of course that Sierra had been telling the truth.

Unfortunately, here and now, Devon's mouth remained firmly shut.

I sighed. "Surely you remember? She was my roommate for God's sake."

"Oh, I remember," he said. "I just don't like your attitude."

My jaw dropped. "Myattitude? Are you freaking serious?"

His tone grew snotty. "I don't know. Areyou?"

I threw up my hands. "What does that even mean?"

"It means," he said, "that if you want information, maybe you should ask a little nicer." He gave a wounded little sniff. "I mean…you weren't this way in college."

Asshole.Yeah, Iwasnicer – until the cheating and dumping. And hey, I was still nice, just not to him, because the jerkwad didn't deserve it.

Still, I sucked in a deep breath and willed some calm into my voice. "Fine. I'm sorry, okay?" I almost choked on the words. But worry for Delaney overpowered my pride. "Now, will youpleasetell me where you saw her?"

He grinned. "See? Was that so hard?"

It was, actually. Even now, my stupid apology was stuck in my craw – whatever that was – making it hard for me to keep my composure. But I managed to do itandeven hold my tongue – until Devon added, "But you need to answermyquestion first."

I glared across the counter. "You've got some nerve. You know that?"

Oblivious, he continued. "You and that guy – are you still together or what?"

I wasn't having it."No.Mefirst." I spoke slowly and clearly. "Wheredid you see Delaney?"

"Fine," he muttered. "Chicago. There. You happy?"

My brow furrowed in confusion.Chicago?Delaney was from lower Michigan. As far as I knew, she had no connection to Chicago at all. Then again, the city wasn'tthatfar away.It was what? Six hours? Maybe eight?

Devon gave me an expectant look. "So you and that guy?..." He let the words trail off as if expecting me to finish the thought.

But I wasn't done with Delaney. "When you saw her, did she look okay?"

He shifted like he couldn't believe I was still on this. With a long-suffering sigh, he said, "She looked fine. And before you ask, that's all I know. We ran into her downtown. It's not a big deal."

"Yeah, well it is tome."

"Why?" he scoffed. "The way I hear it, you're not even friends anymore."

The reminder stung. "And you know this how?"

"Delaney told me. She seemed pretty happy about it, too." He chuckled. "If you want the truth, we all had a good laugh."

His words hit like a freight train, and I gave him a scathing look. "You need to leave."

He stayed put. "But you never answeredmyquestion – about you and that guy."