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Night Watch
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Night Watch

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“Nah, she’s gone.” He was almost too flip, too unconcerned. Which meant he was terribly hurt. “She packed up her all her stuff and cleared out of her dorm room.” He laughed, but it sounded a little too harsh. “Apparently, after spending the past six months talking me into taking things slowly, she really did sleep with Dustin Melero.”

And what could Brittany possibly say to that?

Wes swore softly.

Andy went into the kitchen, apparently determined to move on. “What’s for dinner?”

He didn’t want to talk about Dani. Not now. Maybe not ever—not with Britt. But maybe it was part of the guy stuff he wanted to discuss with Wes.

She hoped so. “You tell me. It’s your turn to cook.” She followed Andy, pushing Wes ahead of her. “No cigarettes,” she told Wes sternly. “You can get through one more day.”

Andy put his backpack down on the kitchen table and opened the refrigerator. “Tonight we dine on…pasta.”

“Wow! What a surprise. You know, I just got some chicken. We could light the grill and—”

“You guys want to go out for dinner?” Wes interrupted. “Like in about an hour? Because I’ve been invited to this party where there’s going to be a buffet. The downside is we’ll have to get dressed up. But I’ve got to go check out Amber’s security system and I kind of promised I’d do it tonight.”

“Amber?” Andy asked. If he were a dog, his ears would have pricked up.

“Amber Tierney,” Wes told him. “Want to come to a party at her house tonight?”

Andy laughed, his enthusiasm a little more genuine. “Yeah. She’s only the hottest woman in America. You actually know her?”

“Amber’s sister—half sister, really—is a pretty good friend of mine.”

“Don’t you have homework?” Brittany asked Andy.

He looked at her. “Don’t you?”

“Of course.” She smiled. “Race ya to see how much of it we can get done in the next forty-five minutes.”

Andy grabbed his bag and bolted for his bedroom. “I don’t have a lot—the baseball team’s going to Phoenix tomorrow, remember?”

Brittany wasn’t too far behind him. “Race ya anyway.”

“I guess that’s a yes,” she heard Wes say as she closed her door.

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