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as I tucked my phone into my pocket. “I can see that. So to make it easier for you, Susan is coming over now.”
    My eyes grew wide with surprise. “You invited her?”
    “Yes.”
    “Over here ?”
    “Yes.”
    “To do what?”
    Ethan shrugged. “Hang out. Watch some TV maybe. Why? What do you do with the girls you have over?”
    Oh, brother… I pursed my lips, arched a brow, and let Ethan figure out the answer for himself.
    “Ah, right. Well, I’m not going to mack on her all evening, if that’s what you want to hear.”
    “Not even a little?” I heard myself say, even though that was not what I wanted to ask. Or it was, but it was also the wrong thing to say .
    Once again, Ethan surprised me by laughing, totally untouched by my probing. “No, I don’t think even a little. Susan’s a girl I met just this week. You do know that boys and girls can hang out and have fun without dropping their pants, right?”
    “I’ll believe it when I see it.” I was serious. When I wanted to play foosball or watch a movie without making out in the dark, I invited one of the guys over, not a girl. How could Ethan—the person I’d shared a womb with for nine months—be so much different from me? But I didn’t quite yet believe he had absolutely no intentions with this girl, so I gave it one last try. “You really aren’t interested in her in any way?”
    “She’s a friend.”
    Right, let’s put that theory to the test. “And if, let’s say, someone else asked her out?” Tucking my hands into the pockets of my sweats, I shrugged. “Would that bother you?”
    He gave it serious thought for exactly two seconds. Then he shook his head. “Nope. She’s free to pick whoever she wants.”
    That was fairly disappointing news. I spun around and walked back to my room, but he called out my name, making me glance back. “Can I have Susan’s CD now?” he asked, still amused from our very disillusioning conversation.
    Like he had, I gave it two seconds of serious deliberation, then said, “Nope,” and grinned. “But I’ll turn up the volume again, so you and Sue can listen, too.”
    Ethan rolled his eyes, slightly less amused.
    With the music blasting from the speakers, I popped a mint, which I had a box of sitting on my desk, in my mouth, sprawled out in my comfy chair again, and opened my Spanish book to prepare for next week’s test and the informal lesson with Lauren tomorrow. Gee, learning Spanish was so not what I wanted to do right now. Estoy aburrido. Estas aburrido. Es aburrido. Snorting, I continued to conjugate in my mind how bored everybody was. When I had that down pretty well, I tried to conjugate how lame my brother was next.
    A loud bang jerked me out of my studies a little later. I looked up and was completely stunned. The textbook nearly slipped from my fingers. It took me a moment to catch myself, then an intrigued smile pulled at the corners of my mouth.
    What the deuce did Susan Miller want in my room?
    I couldn’t even ask her because the music was so loud, but since she’d shut the door, I was sure she’d sought me out for a reason. My eyes fastened on Sue’s shy face, I rose from the chair, dropped the textbook, and went to turn down the volume. Her gaze followed like it was glued on me—and it was focused on my bare chest for a good deal of that time.
    “Um, hi,” she croaked when we could hear our own words again.
    The first thing I noticed was the absence of her glasses. Her eyes really were a vibrant green. They were beautiful. Big, warm and, right now, a little insecure.
    “Sorry for breaking into your room.” Her shoulders twitched with a reluctant shrug as she grimaced. “Sort of.”
    I prowled toward her. Where was Ethan? Did he send her for the CD?
    Since she stood there, all lost and lonely in my room, I took a moment to let my gaze roam over her body. She wore the same lemongrass-green tee from school. Not exactly revealing, that rag. The girls I usually spent time with