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narrowed, his jaw tightened, and he nodded slightly. But he didn’t appear discouraged.
    And he never took those enigmatic espresso brown eyes off me.
    â€œI’m betting my sister would be happy to help you with your homework,” Dylan said easily, as he stepped out of the doorway. “Isn’t that right, Mack?”
    â€œOf course, but I thought you felt pretty good about your history test after our study session yester—”
    Mackenzie never got a chance to finish that sentence because Izzie interrupted. “Do you have popcorn?”
    At least Izzie was following our previously established protocol.
    â€œI’ve been sort of craving . . . popcorn recently.” The freshly cleaned glasses were shoved higher up her nose again. “So if you don’t have any, I was thinking maybe Melanie and I could pick some up before we start the movie. Maybe . . .”
    Izzie was just as bad at covering for me as I was at doing it myself, but oddly enough it seemed to work. Mackenzie didn’t suspect a thing. She just slung an arm across Izzie’s shoulders and led her inside, right past where Spencer stood examining them both with one sardonically raised eyebrow.
    â€œI think we have some popcorn. Unless Dylan has already eaten the entire contents of the house. Again,” Mackenzie said.
    Dylan lifted his hands in mock innocence. “I haven’t touched it. The Pringles, on the other hand . . . yeah, those are history.”
    Mackenzie laughed and gave her brother a playful shove, but Logan lagged behind her. He paused and then looked pointedly from me to Dylan as if he wanted to deliver some kind of warning but found himself at a loss for words. I almost felt sorry for the guy; it had to be hard picking up on social tension that went straight over his girlfriend’s head, especially since it involved her only sibling. Thankfully, he held his tongue and followed the girls inside. Spencer trailed after Logan, but his smirk made it clear that he knew I had something unfinished with Dylan. Then again, we had hit the dance floor at his party together before everything went to hell.
    Maybe he had remembered that when he accepted Mackenzie’s invitation. That’s certainly how it looked to me when he winked before he sauntered inside.
    Leaving me completely alone with Dylan.
    I seriously considered making a run for it. Just booking it across the weed-strewn lawn, leaping over the mud-caked soccer ball resting against the base of the single tree on their property as I sprinted for the street. Three blocks from where I stood was an elementary school, a block past that was a chain store where I could probably lose him if he decided to pursue.
    Except I would have to explain to Mackenzie later why I had fled from her younger brother. And considering that he had never once done anything to me, unless smoldering glances counted, that wasn’t something I wanted to discuss. Mackenzie might be oblivious sometimes, but she wasn’t stupid.
    At some point she would figure it out if I didn’t keep my feelings tucked away.
    â€œSo are you avoiding me now?” Dylan asked, his words at odds with the total unconcern in his face. “Or is there some other reason you look like you’re ready to head for the hills?”
    Crap. Apparently there was nothing subtle about my reactions.
    â€œNo. Nope. Not at all . . . I don’t know what you could be talking about.”
    Dylan merely grinned. “You want to rethink that answer? Because the last time we were alone, I had my hands on your waist and then I moved them to your—”
    My face flushed as I mentally replayed that moment at Spencer’s party. I didn’t need to hear Dylan remind me how great it felt to have my arms wrapped around his neck, my fingers toying with his hair, my body pressed against his, as we moved in time to the music. Just like I didn’t need him to make any comments about the way his