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The grin gave him away, like Rachel’s car was delivering a
winning lotto ticket. And he had that amused look —just
waiting for someone to make him laugh. His loose brown
curls slightly disheveled. Greta had wanted to touch him.
Matt came and stood behind him, a beer in one hand.
“Heeeeeyyy!” he and Dylan called to Rachel and Greta at the
same time.
Rachel laughed. “Those two.”
Inside the cabin, she hovered behind Rachel as Matt
and Dylan set up beer pong and mixed some purple punch
that made her eyes water from three feet away. How could
she keep up with them? They obviously did this every
weekend.
Priya—all legs in a little dress and tall boots—and Sam
arrived shortly after. Rachel pulled Greta into the living-room ADVANCE READING COPY
area, where two tiny loveseats and a wicker chair bumped
each other. A burning log in the fireplace radiated the only
heat. “You should probably know,” Rachel whispered, “that
Dylan used to date…”
Don’t say Priya, Greta had thought. Priya already seemed
to own every room she entered—a goddess ready to shower
commoners with blessings or wrath.
“…Priya last year,” Rachel finished. “I’d keep one eye on
her, if I were you.”
More people crowded into the kitchen and living room,
and they started a game of beer pong. Greta tried not to gag
on the yeasty, lukewarm beer. For a few minutes, nothing,
then the buzz hit her head, her legs a little off balance. She
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