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"You okay?" Chandler asked. "You went scary quiet on me there."

It was perceptive of him, and it made her give him a curious glance. She had been quiet most of the trip, but even him, this man who didn't really know her, was able to tell the difference in her silence.

Elena gave him a small smile. "Just thinking about emotional trauma from years back, if you must know."

He groaned, leaning forward to turn the music up. "Nope. Not going there, love. We haven't been fake dating long enough."

After almost an hour of him trying to engage her in conversation, that was the thing that did the trick. She turned in her seat to appraise his facial expression. "Come on, I'll share mine if you share yours."

He snorted. "Yeah, right."

"We are still on the road, surprisingly," she said. "What else should we talk about?"

"Literally anything." He changed lanes after a quick glance at his blind spot.

"I'd talk about politics. Religion. Women I've slept with in the past because I've never done the dati