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against various blouses and sweaters.
    “How about this?” Mom asked, holding up a gray turtleneck.
    Charlene made a face. She yanked a sleeveless beige top that sagged at the neckline from a hanging rack. “I like this one.” She made for the dressing room. Graylee and her mom followed close behind.
    It should have taken Charlene a second to snap into the skirt, not several minutes. She was making them wait on purpose, Graylee grumbled in her head.
    Then finally, the dressing room door flew open and Charlene stepped out, showing more skin than cloth. Graylee had to admit she looked good.
    “Oh, Char,” Mom said, a grin brightening her entire face. “You’ll have Blake eating out of your hand before the week is out.”
    Charlene’s smile nearly reached her ears. The hem of her skirt twirled as she spun around and returned to the dressing room.
    Graylee turned to her mom and whispered, “Don’t tell me you’re encouraging this?”
    “I have to keep her distracted somehow.”
    They followed Charlene into a shoe shop, followed by lingerie. Graylee started looking through the panty tables for fun designs before gravitating toward the wall of hanging bras. A ruby-red pushup bra with black lace edging caught her eye. She found one in a B-cup and held it out in front of her.
    “Whatcha got there, Gray?”
    Graylee attempted to obscure the bra from her sister by turning her body, but Charlene was already grabbing herself a matching bra off the wall. “Good pick, sis.”
    “You know I don’t like wearing the same things.”
    “Oh, please, like anyone would ever know.” Charlene nudged Graylee with her elbow. “Hey, Lee. Wanna flash the guys at their next game?”
    Graylee rolled her eyes. “Is that part of Operation Get Blake Back?”
    Charlene chewed on her lip. “Perhaps.”
    Graylee studied her sister’s face. For a brief moment she imagined them as a team: dressing alike, teasing the boys, laughing so hard they cried. Why couldn’t they be that kind of twins?
    “Fine,” Graylee said. “Get the same bra—just don’t mix it up with mine.”
    Charlene bounced in place. “Great! Now let’s grab ourselves the matching panties. Size extra small,” she added in a jokey voice.
    Graylee laughed. As they left the shop with their latest purchase, Charlene linked arms with Graylee. Bonding over bras. Sometimes it was the most unexpected things.
    After dumping their bags in the trunk of the car and nabbing a bite, they headed for the cinema.
    “We should watch a romantic comedy—make sure we’re putting the right kind of energy into the air,” Mom said.
    “Or we could see the latest slasher,” Graylee suggested. “Nothing says Valentine’s like a gore fest.”
    Mom laughed.
    Charlene’s nose wrinkled. “I don’t like scary movies.”
    No, of course not. What Charlene did like was stupid comedies. At least it was good to hear her laughing again. By the time they were turning in for bed, Graylee could almost swear the whole Blake affair had never happened. Charlene seemed like her usual self, which was better than an unhappy Charlene.
    Before bed, Graylee tried on the new bra in front of her mirror. Sexy was never a word she’d associated with herself, but when she saw the way the bra lifted her breasts she nearly did a double take and stared at her reflection way too long, like a boy gaping at a photo in Maxim magazine.
    Graylee tossed the bra into her hamper and pulled a T-shirt over her head before turning in for the night.
    Weird dreams were Graylee’s specialty, but tonight the word she’d have chosen for them was “disturbing.” Raj was in one, standing in her room. And Graylee… god… was wearing the new bra and a pair of tight blue jeans.
    “I like it,” Raj said, looking her over.
    The worst part was Graylee liked that he liked it.
    Did a person’s sleeping lips form a grin when they smiled in their dreams? Graylee should have been glowering, not grinning like an idiot. Raj took her