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… my boyfriend?”
    “Ha, ha. Funny, Rayah,” the roommate said with a wry chuckle. “As if you’re ever serious with one guy. Sadie is waiting in the parking lot. Time to hit the road.”
    “Road?” My stomach lurched.
    “Screw your hangover, we’re leaving now.” She yanked me to my feet—she was surprisingly strong despite being almost a head shorter than me. “Sadie is doing the driving and you can sleep it off on the way. Let’s get out of here.”
    “But I can’t go or I’ll miss seeing—” I cut off, realizing I’d said too much.
    “Seeing who?” she asked icily.
    “Um … it’s hard to explain.”
    “Don’t tell me this has to do with that slacker James.” She folded her arms across her busty chest, narrowing her gaze as if daring me to cross her. “I warned you he was only after one thing, which he obviously got since you’re wearing his shirt.”
    “This has nothing to do with him.” I had a sudden desire to rip off the shirt and take a shower. A long, hot, deep, body-cleaning shower.
    “Then who?” she asked suspiciously. “Remember our Hands-off-Exes agreement. You better not be hitting on Kyle. Even though he’s a scumbag and I am so over him, it would be too weird to see you two together.”
    “No, no! I mean … this isn’t anyone you know.”
    “Then he can’t be very important, can he?” She smiled. “Let’s go.”
    “I-I can’t! I have to stay and wait for—”
    “Forget it! No guy is messing with our plans. We’re leaving now.”
    “But I can’t go without at least leaving him a message!”
    “Call him later.”
    “My phone is broken.” I lifted the phone, shaking it so she could hear the rattle.
    “Oops. I won’t even ask how that happened.” The roommate chuckled wickedly. “But no prob—you can use my phone.”
    “Thanks. Where is it?” I held out my hand.
    “In the car—where we’re gonna be in a few minutes.” Grabbing my hand, she yanked me toward the door. “We are leaving now.”
    “Wait!”
    “Sure, why don’t we wait?” she added with an ominous arch of her brow. “Let’s give your stalker plenty of time to find you. Maybe the note isn’t a joke. It could be the real deal and some psycho might really want to kill you.”
    “Kill me?” I gulped.
    “A note that says ‘I’ll watch you die’ isn’t exactly a love letter. But you must be braver than me. I can’t stop you if you’d rather wait around for your stalker than enjoy a fabulous vacation with your girlfriends.”
    “Okay, I’ll go—but not wearing this.” It was hard to think clearly; all that was clear was fear. “I’ll change fast.”
    “I bet you will.” Her smile was smug.
    It was embarrassing to sway as I tried to walk, then stumbled around searching through three drawers before I found jeans that looked too long but fit great. Then I grabbed the first shirt I saw, something blue and long-sleeved. Relieved to take off the offensive James shirt, I tossed it aside and slipped into the blue top.
    If only it were as easy to change out of this body and back to my own. Being my boyfriend’s sister was bad enough—but being a target of a psycho terrified me. I couldn’t exit the room fast enough. We made it down the hall and around a corner before I realized I didn’t have Sharayah’s purse—which held her ID, credit cards and the thick wad of cash.
    “Oops! My purse!” I started to make a U-turn until Sharayah’s roommate gave me an icy look that stopped me cold.
    “Stay right here,” she ordered. “I’ll get it.”
    Reluctantly, I waited, glancing around nervously as if a stalker might pop out from a corner. I oozed relief when I saw pink hair and black leather.
    She shoved the purse at me, then led me toward a set of stairs. I realized I was forgiven when she hooked her arm into mine and actually smiled. It was amazing how a simple smile made her face shine with a beauty I hadn’t noticed until now.
    “Venice Beach, here we come,” she rang