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you want to do? Work for her once you graduate?”
    She nodded. “Yes and no. I want in the family business, for sure. But I want to start my own firm in a different location. I think it would be cool to expand, but I think it makes my mom nervous. It’s okay, though.” She waved her hand. “I still have time to convince her.”
    I loved seeing this side of Melissa, and hearing about her determination and ambition. It made her even more attractive in my eyes. Plus, I had to admit that the whole idea of Jack and me dating best friends was appealing. We used to joke when we were kids about how cool it would be if we ended up dating girls who were sisters. I think it was more me suggesting it than Jack, but he agreed that it would be fun. Two girls who were best friends seemed like the next best thing.
    “What about you? I know you’re only a freshman, but any idea what you want to do?” She cocked her head to the side.
    “No. I wish I did, but I just don’t know yet,” I admitted, hating how indecisive I sounded.
    “That’s okay. I don’t think most people know what they want to be when they’re eighteen. Those of us who do probably aren’t normal.” She laughed.
    “You’re definitely not normal,” I teased, and she narrowed her eyes at me.
    “Ha-ha. You’re hilarious.”
    I swallowed, thinking about her and Cassie again. “I bet it’s cool to have your best friend with you at college.”
    “You would know.” Her cheeks pulled in dramatically as she sucked on her Slurpee. “I mean, I just assumed that you and Jack were that close.”
    “We are.”
    Jack had always been my best friend, and while we both had other acquaintances or teammates, it wasn’t the same as having a brother who shared your family history. We were bonded by blood, but stayed close friends by choice.
    “But we still live at home, so it’s not like we’re out living on our own like you girls are.”
    “Yeah, it’s pretty awesome to be living together, to be honest.”
    I leaned my elbows on the table. “So, I have a question for you.”
    “Another one?” She quirked an eyebrow.
    “Yeah. How did I get lucky enough to have you in a freshman class with me?”
    “Oh.” She laughed. “I still had one general ed course to take, and so I picked that one.”
    “Lucky me.” I was trying to be charming, which was really my best Jack impression.
    “Are you flirting with me?”
    “I’m damn well trying. I don’t know if I’m very good at it, to be honest. I have a horrible teacher,” I said, referring to Jack.
    “The worst.” She agreed quickly, but her cheeks turned pink. “But I like it,” she said. “The flirting, I mean. Not your brother.”
    The buzzer went off in the kitchen, and I silently cursed it as Melissa hopped out of her chair and ran in the kitchen. I couldn’t figure this girl out, and I was too nervous to come out and ask.
    “The brownies are done. Yeah!”
    “Anyone ever tell you that you’re crazy?” I called out from the dining room as she buzzed around in the kitchen, moving from one side to the other like someone with wings.
    “No.” She stopped flying. “Why, did you hear something?” Then she doubled over, laughing at her own joke before she pulled the brownies from the oven and set them on top.
    I waited patiently for her to come back to the table, but when I glanced back at the kitchen area, she was nowhere to be seen.
    “Melissa?” I shouted.
    “I’m in the bathroom. I’ll be right out,” she called out, her muffled voice coming from somewhere else in the apartment.
    At the sight of the pan of brownies on top of the oven, I seriously contemplated cutting myself a large piece, but thought better of it when I imagined how pissed off she’d be. Melissa was cute, but feisty, and I imagined that she probably had the temper of Tinker Bell. Everyone always loved that fairy, but I seemed to be the only one who remembered that she was mean.
    Why the hell am I thinking about a cartoon