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got a lot of support. I know a few people who wouldn’t mind him staying in office for another term.” A shiver of panic worked its way through Davis’s chest. If her dad lost … his career would be ruined. She didn’t want to think about what it would mean for them, or for the future of Columbus.
    â€œWhatever.” Vera dismissed Oscar’s comment with a wave of her hand. “Davis, you have nothing to worry about. And I’ll be at the next campaign event with bells and whistles. Literally.” She smiled at Davis and patted her on the shoulder. Davis laughed. She would totally not be surprised if this were true. She felt better—way better. Vera might have forgotten, but nothing in her doubted that Vera cared. “Here,” Vera said, unwrapping the braided leather cord she always wore over one wrist. “Take my lucky cuff. It loves you. As I do. It will bring you luck, too.” Davis laughed; now Vera was just being silly, but she took the cuff and gave her friend a kiss on the cheek, allowing her to fasten the cord around her own wrist.
    A new game of spins was just starting. Max reached forward to spin the bottle. If her turn landed on Max, she might have to bolt. Max had been obsessed with her since kindergarten, and he had a tongue like a Saint Bernard. Thankfully, it landed on Lana Douglass.
    Then Davis felt a slight pressure on her arm, and the mystery guy was back, sliding in next to her with a new glass of champagne. She felt her heart speed up—she was weirdly excited he’d returned. She took the glass—another drink wouldn’t hurt. With the new metabolizers, she could have up to four without feeling it the next day.
    She brought her champagne flute to her lips, trying not to notice the feeling of his skin against hers, but it was impossible to ignore. He sat next to her on the divan, and his thigh was pressed against hers. As he leaned forward, his tanned, muscular forearms brushed against her waist.
    â€œI’d love to join in. If that’s okay with you, of course,” he said, addressing Davis in a low voice.
    â€œWhatever you want,” she said, once again trying to play it cool. “No need to run it by me.” Her heart hammered in her chest and her palms felt cold; she was shocked and relieved that her voice didn’t betray the intensity of her reaction to him.
    He nodded, smiling as though she’d said something funny.
    â€œWho is that?” Vera whispered.
    â€œNo one,” Davis said, hoping that the new guy wouldn’t guess that they were talking about him.
    The new guy reached across them for the bottle, his arm brushing against Davis’s, sending a line of fire trailing up her shoulder.
    â€œWhat’s up, man? It’s my turn.” This from Harrison, a guy from her history class.
    â€œIt’s cool,” the new guy said. “I only plan on going once.”
    Davis could tell his presence was affecting everyone. Even Vera seemed to have forgotten herself. She leaned into Oscar but kept her eyes trained on Mystery Guy.
    The bottle spun. He spun it fast and hard, so hard that it wobbled from its place on the crystal tabletop and skittered across the table. As it came to a halt, he grabbed its neck and pointed it—directly at her. Davis’s cheeks heated up.
    â€œLooks like it found who it wanted,” he said so softly that only she could hear. He grabbed her hands and tugged her to her feet.
    â€œWhat are you doing?” She was trying to laugh it off as she said it, but something about the confident way he moved was making her nervous. His hands were still clasping hers, and he was yanking her away from the lounge chairs and the group toward the dim corridor that led back inside the building.
    â€œIt’s no fun if people can’t see,” she protested. That was the whole point of spins—being watched. Putting on a show.
    He glanced at her questioningly.