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Ann’s head swiveled in Caitlyn’s direction "What?"

"Just that I bet Jenna could date Willia"

I stiffened "He’s not dumb"

"Oh no Not even close I just mean that he’s…adorably clueless For example, one time he brushed me off, and I don’t think he even realized he did it"

I stackedwith the other decks and tucked h I noriven the subjectaton my table "Why do those two hate each other so ht our heads up to stare at her

"Who? Doug and William?" Caitlyn asked

I’d been curious about that, too Ann nodded and we both stared at Caitlyn, waiting for the answer Caitlyn had been a ossip She cleared her throat "Willia He’s always supporting clansmen Practically everyshowed up He kne to schand intriguing from a distance than he was up close He’d been appreciative and extre, and I had been in a bit of a dark place so I welcomed the attention

"So did he hate William from the start?" Ann asked

Caitlyn shook her head "No…not at all He actually tried to kiss up to William, if you can believe it But Willia particularly offended by William’s blunt personality"

She tucked her art supplies into a cloth bag and stood up, gently tipping the folding table on its side so that it was ready to load onto the truck

"I’ve always liked Williaging and continuing "I have to adet closer to hiht, after one of our e for a ride hoot toho up for a ‘cup of coffee or a beer’ He said it was too late to drink either and thanked me Then he drove off"

Ann snickered "He really had no idea you were co on to him?"

Caitlyn smiled ruefully "I was offended for about five hed and resolved to be more obvious That didn’t work either," she said with a neutral glance in my direction "He was interested in soaze to look ata couple of stools "We should get these out to the truck"

"Have you ever considered that that’s the reason Doug asked you out?" Ann asked when Caitlyn was out of earshot

"What?" I asked She carried the third stool and we headed to the truck

"A lot of people knew that Willia wasn’t trying to get back at Willia you out"

I raised my brows "So what am I, chopped liver? He couldn’t like me for me?"