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“Was it?” he asks.

I set my fork down. “Do you have a point?”

“Yes.” Sebastian’s smile widens.

“Her name is Blaire.”

My expression remains unchanged, but apparently I don’t fool my brother.

“There it is,” Sebastian says.

“There’s nothing there.”

“You met her,” he replies.

“I did.”

Sebastian leans forward slightly.

“What did you think?”

“She knows what she’s doing,” I answer.

“That’s almost enthusiastic by your standards.”

“It was a compliment.”

Sebastian studies me long enough to become irritating.

“You like her.”

“I said she’s competent.”

“You’re getting defensive.”

“I’m eating lunch.”

He laughs. “That still isn’t a denial.”

I look at him for a moment before asking, “How well did you know her?”

His expression changes immediately. He knows exactly what I’m asking.

“We knew each other socially,” he says.

“That’s vague.”

“We went out a few times.”

Something tightens in my jaw before I can stop it. He notices that as well.

“How many times?” I ask.

“Three, maybe,” Sebastian replies.

“Dinner twice. Drinks after a gallery opening once.”

“And what happened?”