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she said. “Take a picture, June! A better one than before. One with me in it. If that’s okay, Mr. Ray.”
    “Please, it’s just Devon,” he said, the very picture of charm. I wondered if maybe it were a magical spell that eventually wore off. Surely to goodness no one could be this charming all the time. Not when I’d seen how disgusting he could be.
    “Fine,” Nana said, beaming. “As long as you call me Nana.”
    Really, Nana? That put Devon on the same intimacy level with her as me, and they’d only just met. Part of me desperately wanted to burst her bubble about the actor, but I just couldn’t break her heart like that. No matter how badly I wanted to throw Devon under the bus for the way he looked at me and smiled, posing next to her like some long-lost family member.
    “A picture, June, a picture,” Nana said impatiently, interrupting my hateful fantasy.
    “Here we go,” I said, feigning cheer once more, setting my phone to camera mode. “This is going to be much better than the last photo I took of you, Mr. Ray.”
    That perfect smile slipped an inch, and I captured it perfectly.
    “Uh-oh,” I said, my own smile getting even wider. “Not your best, Mr. Ray.”
    “It’s just Devon,” he said through his smiling, gritted teeth. “Better get another one, just in case.”
    “Take a dozen,” Nana hooted, loving every minute of the attention and not caring enough to notice the tension between Devon and me.
    I snapped enough good ones to satisfy her and slipped the phone back in my pocket.
    “I think at least one of those should go up on social media,” I said, glowering at Devon in spite of the smile I still had frozen on my face. “Those were some good ones, Nana.”
    “I thought you didn’t have a social media site,” Devon said, his eyebrows drawing together minutely. He slipped his phone halfway out of his pocket, then seemed to think better of it and jammed it back down in his jeans.
    “I don’t,” I said. “But Nana does so she can keep track of all of her friends.”
    “It’s the worst thing,” she confided. “So much information. Too much, really. I’d prefer not to know about all their biopsies and colonoscopies and medical procedures. Why would they share something like that with the whole wide world?”
    Devon laughed, but he kept his eyes on me. It was surreal enough to be some kind of wonderful dream, with him in our home, only it was a nightmare. I didn’t like the man one bit, and he’d invaded my space, somehow winning Nana over in the process.
    “Sometimes people share things online that they don’t realize would be a mistake until after it’s already said and done,” he said.
    A mistake? Was he trying to warn me against posting that bad photo of him? Was he threatening me? Here? In front of Nana?
    “Or maybe they know exactly what they’re doing,” I said, narrowing my eyes. “Maybe they want the world to know just how ugly they, um…their polyps are.”
    “No need to be vulgar,” Nana said, scrunching up her nose at me. “Think of how many likes I’ll get from posting a photo like this one. You’re okay with me posting it, aren’t you, Devon?”
    “Of course I am,” he said, grinning at her, full of charisma once again. “But only if we both look good in it. From what I can tell, you’re crazy photogenic. I tend to blink.”
    “Oh, you’re sweet,” Nana said. “Isn’t he sweet, June? I don’t think any of his photos come out too terribly.”
    I made a noncommittal grunt. “The one I took yesterday was pretty wretched.”
    “We all have our bad days,” Nana said.
    “That’s right.” Devon’s focus was back on me, and I felt like I was in danger of withering. He really knew how to dial up the smolder. “We all have our bad days, June.”
    “Sure thing,” I said weakly.
    “Well, I don’t want to keep you all,” Devon said, patting Nana fondly on the shoulder as if she were his own grandmother. I couldn’t help but feel a stab