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wasn’t hard to guess what the issue was about. Another one of our best friends had arrived and she didn’t sound happy.
    We walked through the house and I opened the double doors. There was a stretch limousine parked out front, and Autumn stood outside the vehicle arguing with the driver.
    “I didn’t pay you just to look pretty and drive me here. It is your contractual obligation to help me with my bags so get your lazy, fat ass out of the car and do your goddamn job!” she exclaimed in an icy tone.
    “Lady, I am already late for my next appoint—”
    “It’s Ms . Jensen to you,” Autumn interrupted, “and how is it my fault you booked two appointments too close together? I want help with my luggage or you will not receive an adequate tip!”
    Paul and Jude walked out the front door and began to unload all of Autumn’s bags while she continued to argue with the driver at a decibel higher than normal.
    “Hey!” I said. “It’s been taken care of by our two resident men in charge. Why don’t you just sign off on the limo and let him be on his way?”
    Autumn turned my way and her luminous gray-green eyes were bright with spunk and rage. “It’s the principle , Jerrica. You don’t think I am tired and this hasn’t been a long trip for me? I am just trying to stress to this…this person , how important customer service is. Frankly, he sucks at it!”
    Talia was the only one who could handle Autumn’s temper and she walked over to her and slid an arm around her waist. “The situation has been defused and your bags are safe inside. Just pay the man so he can be on his way.”
    Still angry, Autumn signed the slip and true to her word, gave the driver a five percent tip instead of her usual twenty percent. “You don’t deserve that but my parents didn’t raise me to be rude to people like you who are not of my social status. Have a nice day.”
    We all walked back inside and before the door closed all the way, Autumn’s iPhone began to blow up with text messages.
    “By the way,” she said, “Savannah is delayed. She has an important client she has to take care of this morning so she’ll be in sometime this afternoon.” Autumn pressed the phone to her ear as her ringtone—“American Retards” by Winter’s Regret—went off and she answered it.
    Paul and Jude set her bags in the room next to Talia’s. She told us she was going upstairs as she continued to chat on the phone.
    “What are you doing here? Didn’t you go back to your parents’ house last night?” I asked Paul rather rudely, yet I couldn’t help myself.
    Part of me was pissed at myself for allowing the kiss to happen at all, yet another side of me was completely and utterly jealous of the perfect Ashley who would probably end up his wife and the future Mrs. Paul Branson.
    He looked a bit sheepish. “I had a bit too much to drink and slept in the room Savannah will be using. Monique has already instructed a maid to change the sheets so I will be out of your hair soon enough.”
    Talia stared from him to me and back again. “Your parents’ house is next door. You were too drunk to stumble over there in the middle of the night?”
    “It was my fault,” Jude said. “I suggested he stay here since all of the guests haven’t arrived, okay? We’re only staying the weekend and then we have to head back to the Sunday afternoon because we both have work on Monday.”
    I tried to smile but it fell short. A whole goddamn weekend with Paul in my vicinity and me feeling the way I did about him? What was I going to do?
     
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    Savannah arrived shortly after four in the afternoon.
    We’d already had a light lunch served by the resident chef and everyone was well on their way and firmly into cocktail hour. I was on my second Belvedere and Perrier, although I was trying to pace myself. Wearing a wide-brimmed hat, Autumn was enjoying a dirty martini in the shade of the pool area. Of the four of us, she couldn’t tan well and she would