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“Okay.”

“So we’re done.”

Silence.

The word sounds worse out loud.

Clara stares at me. “Done.”

“The fake relationship.”

“Right.”

I nod. “Served its purpose.”

She looks at me for another second.

Then laughs.

Not happily.

“Wow.”

“Clara.”

“No, this is good.”

She grabs her purse.

I catch her wrist. “Sit down.”

“Let go.”

I do immediately.

She stands.

I throw cash onto the table and follow her outside. “Clara.”

She keeps walking.

“Would you stop?”

She spins around beside my bike. “Why? We’re done.”

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Make this something it isn’t.”

Her eyes flash. “What exactly is it, Ryder?”

I don’t answer fast enough.

She laughs again. “That’s what I thought.”

“I’m trying to do the right thing.”