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face and brushed her teeth, the exhaust fan running to mute any sound from the outside world.
    Her eyes were surprisingly clear, but her skin was dehydrated. She drank a couple handfuls of water from the sink then applied some moisturizer before looking at the clothes Cammie had packed.
    Things were casual as directed, but Cammie had picked the newest and most feminine items in Melanie's closet. She layered a peach and white striped knit blouse over a long sleeve t-shirt, with pale blue jeans on the bottom and blue sneakers.
    Turning to the cosmetics bag, she pouted. Cammie had kept it minimal as directed, but Melanie hadn't known she would be waking up next to Declan Bain, her new stepbrother, when she had told her roomie what to pack.
    Her new stepbrother!
    She closed her eyes and shook her head, setting the wrecking ball to swinging all over again.
    Just how in the hell had all of this happened? Seriously, her mother had been gone six weeks and returned home with some Brit who just happened to be the secret dad of one of Hollywood's biggest stars.
    And how could her mother not tell her!
    She should have known something big was up, though. Nancy had been dropping a lot of "Melalee" in the few conversations they'd had between Nancy returning from England and picking Melanie up at the airport.
    With a resigned sigh, she pulled out the small assortment of makeup and began applying it, hoping she could erase a night of too much alcohol with a few strokes of liquid magic.
    Thirty minutes after she first entered the bathroom, she emerged to find her mother and Roger in the kitchen -- alone. Seeing Roger's grim expression and only three plates set at the small table in the kitchen, she knew Declan was gone and wasn't coming back.
    "Where are you going, Melalee?" her mother asked as Melanie started back through the swinging doors.
    "To grab my phone," she called back, picking up speed before her mother could tell her to wait until after breakfast, especially since it wasn't finished cooking.
    She fished the device out of her backpack and checked its battery level. Seeing it at half power, she snagged the charger. Returning to the kitchen, she checked her texts first to find that Cammie had poked her with messages three times, the first time for not letting her know she'd made it to her mom's and twice after that for not responding to the first text.
    Sorry, things got crazy. I have a new stepdad apparently and that's not the worst of it. More when I get home -- news is too big for text!
    Switching over to her mail app, she found some papers she would need to fill out and take with her to the new studio on Monday.
    "Put that thing away and pour us all some orange juice," her mother admonished as she scrambled half a dozen eggs in a bowl.
    Melanie complied after plugging the charger into a nearby outlet and connecting the cell phone. She made it three steps away when a warning tone sounded.
    "The orange juice," her mother said as Melanie turned back toward the phone.
    "That's the weather app--"
    "We all know what the weather's going to be," Nancy snapped, her tone uncharacteristic for talking to anyone, let alone her only child. "It can wait until after breakfast."
    Melanie froze and looked at her mother then at Roger. He had gone from looking grim to mournful.
    "Snow storm this evening," he said, catching her gaze on him. "Big one, although I don't know what that means in this part of the world."
    She snatched her phone up and quickly navigated to the weather app. "It's barely even autumn!"
    "It's Denver, darling," her mother answered.
    "It's freakish," Melanie protested, scrolling through the hour-by-hour forecast. She glanced at Roger and, knowing she absolutely shouldn't, she asked him the question that had been clawing at the inside of her skull since she saw just three place settings on the table.
    "Is that why Declan left?"
    He shrugged and she could see the hurt inside of him despite the bland mask. Seeing past the attempted