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“So the boys are covered.”

“They are.”

“Then what’s really bothering you?” she asks.

I stare at the ceiling.

“Ross.”

“Of course.”

“He’s everywhere,” I say.

Erica lowers her voice.

“You said he was circling.”

“He’s not circling. He’s involved.”

“That sounds worse.”

“It is.”

“Has he asked you out yet?”

I close my eyes.

“Yes.”

Erica is silent for half a second.

“And?”

“I said no.”

“Good.”

“Then he asked again.”

“Also good.”

I sit up.

“What?”

“Blaire, come on.”

“No.”

“You don’t have to sleep with him.”

“I’m aware.”

“You don’t have to tell him anything either.”

“I’m aware of that too.”

“Then go to dinner.”