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Or hate that I don’t hate him.

“Then you’ll help?” He smiles, standing up as Dina comes into the office.

“Sorry I’m late.” She looks panicked. “My son?—”

Logan holds up a hand. “You don’t have to explain yourself, Dina. You’re only a couple of minutes late, anyway.”

Dina gives him a smile, glancing over at me. “Oh, hi, Meredith. Are we working together today?”

“In the back office.” I take her elbow and rush her back there after I gather up the box of data he wants inputted.

Dina frowns. “What is goingonwith you two? I feel like there’s a sordid past here.”

“You have no idea.”

Dina stares at me, and I don’t speak. She raises her hands and drops them. “You’re not going to spill?”

I sigh. “We used to be a thing. Years ago, when we were kids.”

“Iknewit.”

I bark out a laugh. “I guess we aren’t very subtle.”

“You’re definitely not. You could cut the tension with a knife every time you guys are in a room together. What happened?”

I shrug. “It didn’t work out, and we haven’t seen each other in years.”

She pouts. “That sounds boring. I wanted some drama.”

I chuckle. “Don’t you have your own drama, now that you’re dating Nate?”

“I told you, we’re not serious yet.” She flushes.

“Youwantto be serious.” I bump her thigh with my own as we take the paperwork out of the box to get started.

There’s only one computer in the back office but luckily, I’ve brought my laptop, and Dina and I chat idly as we work.

A couple of hours later, it’s nearly our lunch break, and my fingers are cramping from data entry.

“Let’s go out to lunch. My treat.”

Dina beams at me. “Absolutely. Should we go somewhere fancy?”

I shake my head. “Absolutely not. A burger and fries are calling my name.”

She giggles. “I love you; you know that?”

I smile. “Love you too, Dina.”

I’m grateful to have a friend at work, especially given how tense things are between me and Logan. I have been missing Javier, who’s been at home on paid time off along with the other mechanics since they can’t work during the construction.

Dina and I go to a nearby burger place, just walking instead of taking a car.

I munch on a few fries. “Today, I’m finally going to get you to spill about Nate.”

“There’s really not that much to spill.”

I snort. “Lies. I know you, Dina, and you’ve been coming in late every other morning. I know it’s because you’re getting some.”