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Chapter Four

“So, what do you want to talk about?” Sophie asked nonchalantly.

They’d gone up to her room, and Biana had immediately taken Iggy out of his cage to play. She was currently petting the imp and sitting on Sophie’s soft carpet, while Sophie sat at the edge of her humongous bed, dangling her feet off the side.

“Oh, not much. But I was wondering what you meant when you told me ‘later.’ I also wanted to apologize about my brother. He’s been kind of a jerk lately,” she said.

Sophie decided to try and sidetrack her. “It’s okay. Since we broke up it’s been a bit weird, but I think it’ll be okay. He seems to be mad at Keefe, though.”

“I noticed that,” Biana said, with a knowing smile. “I was wondering if you knew why?”

“Why?” Sophie asked.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe the fact that he kind of likes you?” Biana asked, with a huge grin on her face.

Sophie didn’t believe that. But her heart was pounding, and she was sure she was red as a beet at this point. “Keefe?”

Biana smirked. “Uh, yeah.”

“Ummm…”

“And you like him too, right?”

“Uh… no?” Sophie hated she’d phrased it as a question.

Biana grinned. “So that’s a yes!”

“No, it’s not.”

“It is,” Biana said. “And I totally support it!”

“You do?”

“Yes! I mean, I used to like him, but…” she trailed off, blushing a little. “I’ve moved on.”

Sophie knew a chance to go on the offensive when she saw one. “To who?” she asked, and this time it was her turn to smirk.

“Uh, the thing is, I’m not sure,” Biana said. The pink on her cheeks had gone away, replaced with the expression of a girl who didn’t know what to do.

Sophie frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Well, uh… I kind of like two people.”

“Who?”

“Um, Tam and Dex.”

Sophie grinned. “I knew it! But I’m probably not the best person to go to for advice.”

Biana smiled. “You’re not. But it feels good to tell someone. Now will you tell me what’s going on with you and Keefe?”

“Nothing,” Sophie said, and it was true. “We’re just friends.”

“Uh huh. Still in denial, check!”

Sandor snickered from outside, but Sophie ignored him.

“Okay, can we stop talking about this now?” Sophie asked.

Biana pretended to pout. “Okay, fine. I guess I’ll go home, then.”

“Tell Fitz that he needs to stop acting out.”

Biana grinned. “Oh, I will.”

Sophie tried to go to bed after that. She took a shower and changed into soft pajamas and got into bed.

But she lay awake for hours.

She finally gave up in the middle of the night, giving in to what her brain had been telling her for all those hours: to talk to Keefe.

She sent out a transmission. Keefe, are you there?

After two more transmissions, a tired voice replied, ''Foster? What do you need?''

Sophie let out a breath, relieved. But she quickly sucked in another breath. Now what was she supposed to say?  I guess I just wanted to talk to you, she finally went with.

So… what you’re saying is that what you need is me? he teased.

Sophie blushed. ''No, I just… I missed you. You were out for three days, you know. And we hardly got to talk at all after you woke up.''

I missed you too, Foster.

A silence followed that. But it wasn’t really awkward. Okay, maybe it was a little bit awkward. But mostly, they just… didn’t feel the need to say anything.

It was calming. Keefe was there. And Sophie soon found herself drifting off to sleep.