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already set when we finally left the store. I
hoped Tristan wouldn ' t have trouble finding our house. When Alyssa turned onto our
street, my eyes scanned the sidewalk. In front of our house sat a cherry red,
vintage Chevy Camaro z28.
    "Hey. Tristan made it. Let ' s get in before
the girls tear him apart." Alyssa rolled her eyes as she shifted her car
into park.
    I told Tisha I had a friend staying with me and asked if she
would keep him company if he showed up before I got back. The second Tristan ' s name came out,
she went all fan girl on me. Even jumped up and down. I reminded her about her boyfriend,
to which she said, "A girl can look without touching." Go figure. She
went on to say she couldn't believe I ' d kept a secret like being friends
with Tristan Daniels from her this whole time. I laughed it off, being used to
the effect Tristan had over the female population. He was such a man-whore.
    My heart thumped in my chest with each step I took to the
front door. I reached for the doorknob, sucked in a deep breath, turned the
knob, and walked in. As expected, two giggling girls surrounded Tristan in the
kitchen.
    "Hey, stranger."
    Tristan ' s warm brown eyes met mine. His beaming superstar smile
created a rush of heat spreading across my cheeks. My stomach summersaulted,
and my lips spread wide across my face.
    "Hey, Spud." As usual, he used the nickname I
acquired as a kid, knowing I hated it. Such a butthead.
    Walking over, I landed a solid punch to his upper arm before
wrapping my arms around his waist. Tristan squeezed me and through his thin
fabric shirt, I could feel his taught stomach muscles pressing against me.
Damn. Holy shit, he smelled good. His skin had a rugged mountain fresh aroma
mixed with his rich, cool aftershave. With difficulty, I moved back.
    He ' d dressed in costume, which surprised me a bit. His collar
was wide, and the hunter green, short-sleeved shirt brought out the dark
chocolate specks in his light amber-brown eyes. The bell-bottoms did wonders
for his, well, I refused to go there. He didn ' t protest to the
disco, but I didn ' t think he ' d dress up for the party.
    "So, where ' s Amazon?" On cue, Alyssa marched in. I winced knowing
she'd heard what he ' d called her.
    "Right here, Shrimp," she retorted, though her tone
remained playful. "We ' ve gotta change, so stay put."
    I smirked, in spite of the banter between the two of them.
    "Okay, Elle, where have you kept this guy hidden for so
long?" Tisha supplied me with her quirky grin.
    Tisha ' s friend, Megan, sat beside him on a stool. Her attraction to
him, unmistakable. He ' d always had the same affect on people.
    "He goes to school at UT, so we don ' t see each other
too often."
    Tisha directed her attention back to Tristan and smiled.
"You are welcome to stay here anytime you want. Even if your girl here isn ' t in town."
    I laughed, and Alyssa sighed dramatically behind me.
    "Make yourself at home and we ' ll be out in a
bit," I said, then followed Alyssa to our room. I overheard Tisha asking
about the nicknames. I heard Tristan ' s chuckle as I walked farther down
the hall. He wasn ' t short, but after Alyssa ' s supermodel
growth spurt in junior high, she solicitously aired the extra inches over him.
    Ten minutes later, Tisha stuck her head in our room just as I ' d finished slipping
my boots on. "Hey, gals. Megan and I are headed to the party." She
leaned closer into the room. "And just so you know, Ginger has her eyes
set on your man. Girl, you know how she is. I ' d keep a close
eye on her."
    "Thanks, but I think Tristan can handle himself."
Alyssa rolled her eyes in the mirror at my comment.
    "Well, I guess we ' ll see y ' all there,"
Tisha said, and then left.
    I didn ' t usually wear makeup so I was ready in no time. I waited for
Alyssa to finish up, but knowing Tristan and Ginger were alone, I wanted to get
out there. "Hey, I ' m gonna go talk with Tristan while you're finishing up in
here. Okay?"
    "Whatever, I ' ll be out