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chuckle.
    I shook my head. “No. She’s pretty used to getting her way.”
    “I don’t have to stay. I mean, if it makes you feel uncomfortable.”
    Was I that obvious? I didn’t like to think that I was.
    “I’m not uncomfortable,” I said with a small scoff. “If you want to stay, stay. In fact, you should. Riley’s right. The lasagna is great.”
    I smiled, hoping it looked sincere. Hoping it didn’t look uncomfortable.
    Which I wasn’t.
    At least, not really. I didn’t think.
    “Yeah, I think I will,” he said with a small nod. “A home cooked meal sounds great and I’m starving.”
    I turned away, anxious to get back inside. I tried telling myself that was because I was hungry. Not because I didn’t really want to be out here alone with Caleb.
    He had a different idea about that. His fingers encircled my wrist, pulling me to a stop.
    “Do you think we could talk for a second, before we go in?”
    I wanted to say ‘no’. I didn’t feel like talking. It felt like the time for talking had passed. It had passed during all of these months that had been filled with silence. The silence had been perpetuated by Caleb walking out on me the night of what should’ve been our first date.
    Of course, it hadn’t been as simple as that. That was the night that Noah had shown up.
    “So how have you been?” Caleb asked.
    “Good. You?” I crossed my arms over my chest, then wondered if that made me look uncomfortable. I hoped it simply made me look cold because I thought it would look silly if I immediately dropped them.
    I stuffed down a sigh because I realized then that Caleb did make me uncomfortable. I hated that he made me feel that way. I missed talking to him about Evan. I missed sharing stories and sharing laughs and maybe even a little bit of heartbreak.
    But I’d given all of that up in one night.
    To be honest, it made me a little bit angry as well.
    Though he might’ve meant well, it had still hurt when Caleb had walked away from me.
    “Can’t complain,” Caleb said.
    “Ty ’s sure excited about the puppy.” It was a good, neutral topic.
    He laughed and scraped at the back of his neck. “Yeah. I’m not real sure what I’m going to do about that. I have a feeling a puppy is one of those things that sound good at the time, but then you find out what a mess they can make and you end up regretting it later.”
    I nodded, realizing that pretty much summed up our relationship.
    “Riley said you and Noah are finally making some headway.”
    “Did she?” I asked with what I hoped was a polite smile. I wasn’t sure what she meant by that. I also wasn’t sure why she felt compelled to share that with Caleb, of all people.
    “I’m glad to hear that,” he said. “I figured it would take you two a little bit of time to work things out. It’s good to hear that you’re finally getting there.”
    I pushed my lips into what I hoped would pass as a smile. I wasn’t sure where this conversation was headed. Either Riley had given Caleb greatly exaggerated information—which wouldn’t be beyond her—or Caleb had inferred her comment to be something that it wasn’t. I didn’t feel like correcting him.
    The front door swung open and Tyler appeared. “Are you two coming in or what?”
    “We’ll be right there,” I said.
    He closed the door again and I returned my attention to Caleb.
    “I’m sorry that things didn’t end on a high note with us. I really did think I was doing the right thing by backing out. I do want us to be friends though,” Caleb said. “I miss you. Ty talks about you all the time. I don’t spend quite as much time with him as I used to. I’ve been busy with work…and other things. But when I do take him places, he usually complains that you’re not with. I know he’d love it if you did the rock climbing wall with us. Will you really think about coming with us on Saturday?”
    I shrugged, already knowing I wouldn’t go, but not wanting to make a big deal out of