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future. She could have had anybody, I figured.
She would have disagreed. Violently. It was amazing to me that a great-looking

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brunette with the body of a swimsuit model who could see the future had rotten
self-esteem, but there it was. And who was I to judge? Garrett and Antonia had a
good thing.
"Very well," the questionable prize I was dating said at last, in English. "You
may stay. But Jessica, please watch what you say and do. Don't look them in the
eyes for long. Speak only when spoken to. Yes, sir; yes, ma'am."
"Sit up. Arf," I teased.
"What about her?" Jessica cried, pointing in my general direction. "She's more in
need of an etiquette lesson than I am."
"Yeah," I said, "but I'm the Queen. With a capital fucking Q. Hey, you're looking
me in the eyes for too long! Eric, make her stop!"
"Give me a damn break," she muttered, and went upstairs making gagging noises.




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Chapter 2


The doorbell rang as I watched Jessica rant her way up the foyer stairs. She had
seemed especially prickly in the past few weeks. Not that I wasn't used to her
speaking her mind; she was my best and oldest friendтАФwe'd shared lipstick in
junior high. Which, given our skin hues, was a true testament to our friendship
(and more importantly, our ability to find common accessories). But it seemed
like everything I said and did was going beyond surface irritation, and digging
deep inside her annoy-a-meter.
"It's Sophie and Liam," Tina informed us from the foyer.
"Oh, good," I said, following everybody (except Garrett, who was deep in mid-
afghan) out of the kitchen. "The fun meeting first."
"Nonsense," Eric said. "All meetings are fun."
I snorted, but didn't say anything. Truth be told, I was too busy looking at his
black-panted butt, which was very fine. He was wearing a dark suit as usual, a
perfect complement to his dark hair and eyes. He was so broad through the
shoulders I often wondered how he fit through doorways, and had long, strong
legs. I pondered the fact that I'd resisted his evil charms for so long.
Although these days, it felt like he was resisting mine. He'd dodged every
wedding meeting we'd had. At least we'd agreed on the date: July 31. Sometimes