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“Chicken,” Jana said loudly enough for Stacy to hear but not enough to interrupt Maggie’s flirtation with the cute bartender.
“Why? Because I wouldn’t answer your question earlier? Fine. Nothing’s bothering me that three days of sleep wouldn’t fix.”
Jana turned to her from contemplating the mirror over the bar. “How long have we known each other?”
“A flight and an interview longer than anyone else in this outfit.”
“That means I know you better than any of them.”
Stacy considered. Then she raised her beer and clinked the already half empty glass against Jana’s mostly full one—way fast for her. “First one I’ve shared a beer with. Does that make us best friends?”
That earned her a cool look and she wondered if Jana was the sort of woman to have best friends. Stacy liked her well enou
