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“Willa works the counter,” he explained. “I want to give her some of this pie. Apple’s her favorite.”

“What’s up with you two?” I asked baldly.

“Up with who?”

“You and Willa.”

“Nothing.”

“What do you mean, nothing?”

“I mean, we’re friends. Best friends. Willa, me and Savage. Three peas in a pod. The Three Musketeers. We’ve been friends since we were kids.”

“Yeah, so you’ve said.”

“You don’t believe me?”

“I don’t know. It’s just an interesting dynamic,” I said. “I guess if it works it works.”

“It works.”

“I’m going to hop in the shower real fast and then we can get out of here.”

Half an hour later, I came out of the bedroom.

“Why do you look like a cater waiter?” Duke asked with a smirk.

“Shut up,” I muttered.

“All that’s missing is the bow tie.”

“Hey, I can take the rest of that pie away from you,” I said.

“But you made it for me. It would be bad form to take back a present. A present that is so delicious in my belly.” He patted his stomach.

I grabbed my sunglasses. “You riding shotgun with me, or are you riding your bike?”

“You. Can’t carry a pie on my bike.”

“I have one rule,” I began.

“Shoot.”

“You don’t get to control Spotify.”

“Are you this bossy with Slash?”

“He’s the one who’s bossy. All the time. In every situation.” I quickly slapped a hand over my mouth.

Duke arched a brow.

“Say nothing and I’ll bake you another pie.”

“Deal.”

I quickly locked up and then we got into the car.

“I promise not to control Spotify, but can I at least put in a request?” Duke asked.