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“You’retrouble?” I asked, unable to believe it given his baby face.

“Well, maybe not me. But Seren and Saint are. So, as far as everyone in town’s concerned, I’m guilty by association.”

“Sounds crummy.”

He shrugged like it was no big deal.

“If you’ve got this whole party going on at your house, why’re you lurking around in the shadows?”

He chuckled and the soft sound was endearing. “There’s a lot to see and hear in the shadows.”

Screams from the pool caused both of us to glance over.

“Do you want me to introduce you to some people?” he offered.

“No. I was just checking out what all the noise was.” My eyes snagged on a few people stumbling across the lawn and a tinge of longing to be back home with my friends hit me in the center of my chest. I glanced back to Sawyer. “Do you guys throw parties every weekend?”

He shook his head. “Not every weekend. And it’s not my party. It’s Saint’s.”

“So, these aren’t your friends?”

He shrugged. “I’m only a sophomore. Some of them are only nice to me because they’re scared of my brothers.”

“Shouldthey be scared of your brothers?” I asked.

He thought for a minute. “Probably.”

“Well, I wouldn’t be so sure these people aren’t your friends, too. You seem like a pretty nice guy to me.”

“Are you enrolling at Windham Prep?” Sawyer asked.

I shook my head. “I’m graduating with my friends in Coopersville.”

“That’s cool.”

I smiled, happy that my mother had been wrong about at least one of the Grayson boys. “I’ll let you get back to your party—I mean, yourbrother’sparty.”

“Don’t go,” he said. “This is the most fun I’ve had all night.”

I laughed. “You can always find me in the basement.”

He looked down at his feet, and I could tell he was embarrassed about my living quarters.

“I’m just kidding. It’s actually really nice down there.”

His eyes lifted to mine and apology filled them. “At least it’s only for a little while, right?”

For me. But my mom was there for as long as she decided to stay. “Good point.”

“Sawyer!” someone called.

Sawyer and I turned in the direction of the voice.

Seren stood in the distance under a tree with his arms crossed. His harsh glare was undeniable even several yards away. “What the hell are you doing talking to the help?”

The way he called methe helpagain pissed me the hell off. “What’s your problem?” I called to him.

Sawyer touched my arm as if to quiet me down—or protect me. I couldn’t be sure.

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