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did that. I laughed, pleased at the compliment anyway.
    Ty gave me a finger wave, then they were out the door and heading to their car.
    “We should go, too,” Devon said.
    A few minutes later, we were driving out of the lot, heading in the opposite direction of Beau and Ty.
    “Where’d you get the car?” I asked. We were in the latest model of a high-end black SUV.
    “I thought we could use something less obvious than what I’d prefer to drive,” he said. “It’s not awful.”
    I gave a little laugh. No, I certainly wouldn’t call a car that cost almost a hundred grand “awful.”
    “So you know the way to Key West?” I asked.
    “It’s south, a little east,” he replied, glancing at me.
    “That’s kinda vague,” I said, eyeing the navigational system in the car. “Why don’t I just punch in the address and let it map it for us?” God forbid a man would need directions, even Devon, apparently.
    “If it’ll make you feel better,” he said with a shrug. “But I don’t need it.”
    I hid a smile, working the menu until the computerized female voice came on over the speakers.
    “When possible, make a U-turn,” she said politely.
    I snorted a laugh, turning it into a cough when Devon shot me a look. But he did as the computer told him, spinning the car around to head in the opposite direction.
    We drove for a while in silence. There was a lot to discuss, but I wanted to enjoy just being with Devon. His hand reached for mine, loosely slotting our fingers together, and it made me smile.
    A while later, we drove through a small town and stopped for gas. A restaurant across the street was open and my stomach growled.
    “Can we get something to eat?” I asked when Devon got back in. I pointed to the restaurant.
    He grimaced slightly. “We’re likely to get hepatitis, but all right. There aren’t a lot of choices, it would seem.”
    “You’re such a snob,” I teased. “You’re not going to get hepatitis.”
    “You can hardly know that,” he said, maneuvering the car across the street and into a vacant parking spot. “And if I do, you’ll be saddled with caring for your ailing boyfriend.”
    Boyfriend . What an odd term to apply to Devon. He felt like so much more than that, especially after all we’d been through.
    The place smelled like coffee and bacon, and I took an appreciative sniff as a waitress led us to a booth by the windows. I slid into the vinyl seat as Devon sat opposite me.
    “Coffee, please,” I said, taking a menu from her.
    “Hot tea,” Devon ordered.
    Everything looked good—I was starving—and when the waitress came back, I ordered a ham and Swiss omelet with hash browns and a side of biscuits and gravy.
    Devon raised an eyebrow as he listened to me, then ordered poached eggs with bacon and rye toast.
    “What exactly is biscuits and gravy?” he asked once she’d gone.
    “It’s nirvana,” I answered with a grin. “My Grams used to make me homemade biscuits and sausage gravy all the time.” At the memory, my smile faded.
    “What’s wrong?” Devon asked.
    I shrugged. “I just miss them, that’s all. They practically raised me, but I don’t see them much anymore since I moved.” With all that had happened, I craved the normalcy of home and my grandparents.
    “And you never told them about Jace,” he said.
    I shook my head. “Why would I? It would just hurt them and bring back the past for me. That part of my life is done.”
    “And what do you see for the next part of your life?” He took a sip of his tea.
    “Is this a trick question?”
    His lips tipped up in a half smile. “No. But it occurs to me that you’ve never mentioned career aspirations.”
    “I don’t really have any,” I confessed. “I was just glad to get out of my hometown and be somewhere else. I’ve always been good with numbers so the job at the bank seemed like a good entry-level position.” While other teens had been discussing colleges and career plans, I’d just wanted to