“I’m not in love with her.” He coughed, sending crumbs flying. “Gross.” I took a step back. “Fine, maybe a little.” There was no use lying. “But right now, I’m spinning. We were friends, good friends, and now we’re…” “More?” I nodded. “It’s not fake anymore.” “Does it feel real for her too?” “I’m not sure. We didn’t exactly talk things through the other night, and she’s been working on the lumberjack competition.”
