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white dress. Caitlyn’s red hair was sweaty and clung to her face. The girl didn’t look good; Davis felt her eyes widen in concern. Where were Caitlyn’s friends? Why weren’t they looking out for her? Davis reached for her arm, drawing her closer toward the bar where she’d be out of the way of the crowd.
    â€œYou look like you could use some water,” she said, pouring her a glass from the pitcher at the edge of the bar. Caitlyn’s eyes were unfocused; Davis helped her bring the glass to her lips and smiled reassuringly when the girl met her eyes. “Feel better?” she asked. Caitlyn nodded a little, pushing her champagne glass away from her, in the direction of the bar top. Davis grabbed it before it could spill, and pulled up a bar stool with her free hand. “Sit,” she told her.
    â€œI’m fine,” Caitlyn said, but she settled herself onto the stool, leaning toward the counter as she sipped her water. Some of the color had begun to return to her cheeks.
    â€œYou sure?” Davis asked. “Where are your friends? Want me to wait with you?”
    Caitlyn smiled, and her eyes looked a little more focused. “No, that’s okay,” she told Davis. “Thanks though. For the water. I think … I just didn’t eat enough today. I’ll stick to water now. I’m fine, really.” Davis nodded and smiled, then headed off in the direction of her own friends. For a second she wondered if she should have stayed at the bar with Caitlyn, but Caitlyn had dozens of friends at the party, and anyway she was just a little drunk, no big deal.
    She headed toward Vera’s spot, taking a large gulp of the champagne from Caitlyn’s glass. The bubbles instantly went to her head.
    â€œCome here often?” said a deep, unfamiliar voice.
    Davis turned around, taking in the handsome guy standing behind her. He was cuter than the other guys she knew, who were also very cute. He was perfect like all the rest, but something was different about him. Davis had never seen him before, and Davis knew a lot of the kids in Columbus. Other guys were carved out of stone, similar to the sculptures of Adonis and David that she and Vera had giggled over in ancient history years ago. This guy was a living, breathing Apollo: warm and vibrant.
    â€œUse lame pickup lines often?” she fired back, trying to regain her cool.
    To her surprise, the guy laughed. “Only with beautiful girls,” he returned. But his lips were turned up slightly in one corner.
    Davis flushed. Her palms were sweaty all of a sudden, and the hair on the back of her neck was tingling in the weird way it did when she was excited.
    â€œDo I know you?” she said, hoping her voice sounded controlled. Despite her nerves, the way he was looking at her gave her a strange sense of glowing from the inside out.
    â€œYou do now,” he returned, placing his hand softly on the exposed part of her back, sending a finger of heat down her spine. “I’m Cole.”
    She pulled away. “And I’m looking for my friends,” she told him. She almost didn’t like how tingly this guy was making her feel.
    â€œLet me get you another drink, then,” he said, taking her nearly empty glass from her hand. She noticed her fingers trembling slightly. Was she really that nervous?
    â€œI’ll be over there,” she called to him, indicating the corner where Vera and a bunch of her other friends were seated, shoving into the crowd without bothering to check whether he’d heard her. She knew guys like that couldn’t be trusted anyway. They could have anyone—and usually, they did.
    â€œHey!” Vera jumped up when she noticed Davis, giving her air kisses on both cheeks. “Come sit,” Vera commanded, pulling her over Oscar’s lap to the other side of the white divan. Vera let out a piercing squeal at the sound of her favorite song.
    â€œWhat can I