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York, or what brought him to Chicago, whether he intended to stay, or anything that smacked of too personal, he had an uncanny ability to deflect. He was smooth, but there was no mistaking the way he protected his past.
    And if ever there was a red flag to warn her off a guy, it was
secrets.
    But all that aside, Maggie wasn’t interested in turning Tyler into anything but another addition to her rock-solid group of friends.
    She didn’t want a boyfriend.
    Nothing had changed in that regard.
    “We’re friends. And friends is all we’re ever going to be.”
    “Okay, then. Since you used up your freebie with Three last month and Hot Doc didn’t have time for more than an apology phone call before he skipped town, any prospects in mind for Mr. December?”
    “Wow, would you look at this menu. I’m starved.”
    “Yeah, yeah. Ignore me if you like. I could totally use a full-body spa scrub. And I’m thinking deep tissue for the massage. No girly hands, Swedish-style for me this time. I want—”
    “How is this always about me, Ava? You’re the one who came up with the stupid pact,” she whisper-hissed. “What about you, huh? Have
you
got a date lined up yet?”
    She always did, so Maggie didn’t even know why she was asking. And they were always pretty awesome-sounding candidates, too. Quality date material with conversation skills, genuine interest, and per Ava’s personal pact requirements, a hotness rating of at least eight. The cop, Five-O, had actually been closer to a nine, but apparently he’d answered a text during dinner and that had been the end of that. But still, on the whole, Ava got good dates. Something Maggie hadn’t cared much about…at least until she’d gone out with Tyler and had a good one of her own.
    Now the idea of muscling through another two hours of subpar and off-fit seemed downright depressing.
    “As a matter of fact I do,” Ava answered.
    “Fine.” At least the heat was off her for a few minutes. Reaching for a couple of the table’s duck-fat fries, which were disappearing at an alarming rate, she asked, “Who’s next up on the docket?”
    “Litigator from down on three.”
    “Elevator Guy?” she choked out. “I thought we talked about this.”
    The guy had been riding past his floor for months, striking up odd conversations with Ava every time they landed in the same car. And finally one day they got as far as what firm he was with, and she realized what he’d been doing to talk to her all that time.
    There were plenty of women out there who might find it romantic, but in Maggie’s mind…it smacked of deception. Sure, it might have been small. But deceit was a slippery slope.
    A flash of Kyle’s angry, desperate face breached her thoughts, his clammy grip bruising her arms, and his words sounding before she could shut them off.
    “You think I wanted this? That I’m proud? I did it for you. Everything, Maggs!”
    Stomach churning, she tamped down the old memories, shoved them back to the recesses of her mind so she could concentrate on the more immediate problem in front of her.
    A guy with the potential to do or say
anything
to get what he wanted. And her best friend going out with him.
    “Sam, you know who Ava’s going out with this month?”
    He popped his own fry in his mouth, chewing around his words even as he reached for another. “Elevator Guy?”
    Maggie swatted at his hand and took the fry he’d been after. “And that doesn’t bother you at all?”
    Brows drawn forward in a look of pure confusion, he asked, “Why would it?”
    Ava let out a short laugh, shrugging down in her chair. “Maggie thinks he’s a liar. Dangerous.”
    “I don’t know. Seems okay to me. I mean, he thought you were hot and was working the opportunities to get to know you better.” As though satisfied for himself, Sam kicked back and started humming “Love in an Elevator.”
    Maggie shook her head at Sam’s selective overprotective disorder flaking out at exactly the