Laine had heard Dev say that same thing before, maybe not in the same words, but Dev seemed to use her ballet aspirations as an excuse for why she was the way she was. “Excuses, excuses.” She couldn’t help but wonder who had allowed Devri to be so serious; she couldn’t possibly be the first person who had tried to pull Dev out of her shell. “That’s what you say now, but the next time I try to take you out you’ll make some excuse and I’ll end up making pouty faces at you until you cave,” she said in a definite tone. Devri might say she didn’t have to beg for her company, but she’d fall over the day Dev came out to a bar or went dancing without at least a little bit of convincing. “Don’t you dare try to say otherwise, you’re track record proves I’m right.”
“Bloody hell Dev!” Laine blew out a long sigh, furrowing her brows at her friend. “Why wouldn’t he? I’m not saying he wants to take you against the nearest flat surface, but that man has eyes and clearly he recognizes that you’re hot.” She honest to god did not get why Devri thought so little of herself. She probably never would. “And I don’t reckon he has much of a type, with the way he sleeps around, so I don’t see why there would be something that disqualified you from catching his interest.” She needed to stop talking, and stop making it sound like she wanted Dev to jump into bed with her roommate; she didn’t honestly see much likelihood in that happening. As long as she’d known August he hadn’t settled with any one person, and Dev was most definitely the monogamy type, so that was something that didn’t match. “True enough, but you won’t find the one person who will without making a little effort, love.”