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Still nobody moved. I sighed.

“Apparently me.” I wiped my hands on a towel and headed for the front door.

Sadie was early. Good. I could use five minutes alone with her before dinner.

I opened the door.

It wasn't Sadie. A girl stood on the porch. Pretty. Really pretty.

Long blond hair, blue eyes, curves for days. Tiny denim skirt. White top that looked casual until you noticed how perfectly it fit her.

I knew her. Megan. Of course I knew her. Everybody knew Megan.

She was a senior, popular, gorgeous, and currently sleeping with Declan Bishop.

At least, that was the rumor.

Judging by the smile she gave me, I had a sinking feeling it wasn't a rumor.

“Hey, Hazel.”

“Hey.”

She shifted the bakery box she was holding. “Is Declan here?”

There were moments in life when dignity became a physical task.

This was one of them. “Yep.”

Her smile widened.

“He said you guys were doing family dinner tonight. I thought I'd surprise him.”

Of course she did. With dessert. Like a psychopath.

“Come in.” I stepped aside.

She entered, bringing perfume and doom with her. “Thanks.”

I hated that she was actually kind of nice.

I shut the door. “Kitchen's this way.”

“I know.” Of course she did. That was worse.

She walked ahead of me.

I followed.

I didn't just hate Megan. My hate predated her. It was ancient.

I pre-hated her.

I hated every girl Declan messed around with.

It wasn't Megan's fault. That was the truly irritating part. She hadn't done anything to me. She'd always been pretty decent to me and everyone else as far as I could tell.

Bitch.