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hand just made contact under the shirt and this is not a graze but a full-on feel of some seriously amazing girl parts. She’s breathing heavy and I’m breathing heavy and I’m wondering how far exactly we’re going to take this in Sizz and Nicole’s kitchen when a twangy voice cuts across the room.
    â€œWell, look what we have here.”
    We both stop moving. I bring my hands back out in the open and look toward the source of the interruption. Unbelievable. It’s the dumbass drug dealer who got me busted. Sammy. But he’s not staring at me. He’s staring at Amber.
    â€œYour mama know you’re here?”
    She steps all the way away from me, which makes him laugh. “Yeah, that’s what I figured.” He comes closer and claps me on the shoulder. One of those hits that’s just hard enough you know the dude is sending you a warning. He grins like a piranha. “What’s up, judge’s boy?”
    I ignore him and stare at Amber. “You know him?”
    Sammy drapes his skinny redneck arm over my shoulders. “Of course she knows me. I’m her big brother.” The last he says in this creepy sort of stalker purr.
    â€œBrother-in-law.” Amber crosses her arm across her chest and looks away from both of us.
    I knock his arm off my shoulders, a sad substitute for knocking his creepy inbred face, which is what I really want to do.
    â€œCome on now, man, you’re not still mad at me, are you?” Sammy shakes his hand like maybe I put a tiny bit of hurt on him. A boy can wish.
    I’d run into him at the gas station right after Dad grounded me over the pill bottle. He pulled up to the pump as I was getting ready to leave but when I saw him, I jumped back out of my car and started lecturing him, Judge McKinney–style. Obviously my in-his-face, “you’re a stupid delinquent moron” speech hadn’t made an impression except that I was pissed. It sure hadn’t changed his ways.
    Now it’s Amber’s turn. “ You know Sammy ?” She’s looking at me like I just revealed I’m secretly a warlock or something.
    Sammy chuckles, obviously enjoying this bit of drama he’s unleashing. “Of course he knows me. We did a littlebusiness and he’s still pouting because his name got mixed up with mine.” Sammy cracks open a beer and pushes out his lip, his voice coming out all exaggerated and childlike. “Scared his daddy would take away his toys.”
    I probably shouldn’t have told him my dad had threatened to take away my car when I got into the gas pump fracas with him. Especially now that he’s throwing it in my face.
    He slugs the beer and zeros in on Amber. “So, little sister, first practice is this Wednesday at five o’clock. Bring that other fella of yours.”
    Wait, what’s he talking about? Another fella. Is he talking about Devon? Or . . . my mind flashes back to her in the cafeteria with Kush’s cousin, Sean. Could that be why she hasn’t given me the time of day?
    And Sammy is Amber Vaughn’s brother-in-law. Her sister lives at her house, which means . . . Damn. This is messed up. I’m not supposed to have any contact with this dude.
    After he leaves the kitchen, I step toward Amber but she steps away. “We need to go.” Her gaze won’t settle anywhere near my face.
    â€œOkay.” I draw it out and wait to see if she’s going to give me some kind of explanation but she’s tight-lipped and her eyes are anger/fear strobe lights switching witheach blink.
    â€œLet me get my banjo.” As I walk away from her into the living room all kinds of shit thoughts come flying at me. One. I totally just cheated on Amber Rose again and I’m meeting her parents tomorrow. Two. The dude my dad expressly ordered me to stay away from is related to Amber Vaughn. And three. Amber has another “fella.” If this wasn’t complicated