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wishing us both happiness. "This is a surprise." Her gaze darted between us, landing on Jus. "I didn't know you were serious about someone. Not that it's my business."
    "Well, why not?" Jus laughed, but he looked almost embarrassed. "It seems to be everybody else's. It's been all over the news since it happened."
    "Oh? Well…" Vicki cleared her throat. "Sophia and I don't watch much except Nickelodeon."
    Jus grinned. "That explains it. I don't think it was announced there."
    "You'll have to excuse Sophia." Vicki gave her daughter a maternal look full of love and scolding. "She has confused ideas about marriage."
    "I do not!" Sophia crossed her arms and frowned. "Justin is still going to marry me when I grow up." Her face softened as her mom gently sat on the bed next to her. "You can marry Mommy first if you want," she said in a completely gracious tone.
    I was trying hard not to laugh or smirk. I had to put my hand over my mouth. "He's going to have to get rid of me first," I said, slyly.
    Wait a year! Then he'll be free. And then, No! I felt the unexpected revulsion over the thought of losing him as much as I heard the word echo in my mind. The force of that "no" startled me. I was getting more and more possessive of Jus. Which was such a bad idea. Mom had always said I had grabby hands, always wanting to keep things to myself and not share.
    "Oh, Sophia!" Vicki glanced at me. "Just ignore her. She'll get over it." Vicki tousled her daughter's mop of curly hair. "She's confused in that way little girls have of thinking they're going to grow up and marry Daddy."
    Jus laughed. Nervously, I thought. He sat on the other side of Sophia's bed and asked Vicki how they'd been. Only in more detailed nuances than a simple "What's up?" sort of thing. He was Jus. He remembered every little detail about everyone and everything.
    Vicki blossomed under his attention and launched into another one of those discussions consisting mostly of medical terms and references to Sophia going to kindergarten in the fall.
    I could see where Vicki could get the wrong impression about Justin's interest in her. Like I had at Mom and Dad's when I thought Jus had been stalking me. He was exceptional with his skill to remember personal details. And in Vicki's case, I believed she would have welcomed his attention. She'd read more into it than was there.
    And, actually, bad person that I was, I felt a tiny stab of jealousy over how well Sophia and Vicki seemed to know Jus. And how much he seemed to care about them. And how, sitting on either side of Sophia, they almost looked like a couple. One could imagine they were, anyway. And I was standing there, the outsider.
    As if he'd read my mind, Jus pulled me close and dragged me into the conversation. "Kay is going to take over our big annual sample sale and fundraising gala for the hospital this year." He beamed. Yes, actually beamed.
    I felt myself nearly blush under his praise. And there was a look in his eyes, a searching look. Other than that, he played the part of a young groom in love almost too well.
    Vicki was studying me, too. I wondered if we were fooling her. She seemed so wary and suspicious. So I did something I shouldn't have. I ran my hand through Justin's hair, caressed his cheek, and leaned down to give him a soft, sweet kiss on the lips.
    If he was startled, he didn't show it. He kissed me back and grinned almost wolfishly at me.
    "Jus is almost insanely proud of me." I flashed him a flirty smile. "But I have big plans for it."
    I could feel Vicki looking at me in my carefully picked out boutique clothes and jewelry from Flash. I could also swear I could read her mind. And she was thinking I wasn't good enough for Jus.
    Sophia looked at me and just blurted out, "You're pretty!"
    It seemed so out of the blue and like such a complete change of heart. We all laughed.
    Sophia yawned and looked suddenly pale and worn out. Not that she'd been particularly energetic. Not in the way some of my former