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give to have a boring family dinner.
    I jump into the bar, banging my knee against the wood paneling as I direct my eyes back to the door. Standing at the hostess stand with his hands in the pockets of his ripped jeans and a large, protruding knot peeking out from under his messy hair is none other than Mister Sunshine himself.
    I rub my knee under the table, wincing as I try to slump down on my stool. I’m already annoyed with the inconvenience of small town life. I thought surely it would be years before I had any awkward run-ins with random men.
    I straighten up as the bartender appears in front of me holding my dinner. She looks at me for a second, eyeing my odd posture. “Are you okay?” She sets the plate in front of me.
    “Dandy.” Reid passes by in my peripheral vision. A spark of something feral runs down my spine. I scoot to the edge of my seat to escape it. I don’t dare turn around until I know he’s seated.
    I eat my cheeseburger and fries with haste, glancing over my shoulder every couple of seconds. He sits off to my right at a table with three other people. I’m shocked to find out he has friends.
    The girl across from him is easiest to see. Her copper hair is highlighted with streaks of purple and pink through the front. She looks like Reid. Identical noses. They have to be related. That would explain her obligation to hang out with him.
    The girl leans under the arm of the boy next to her. He’s stocky. His muscles bulge through his t-shirt, but his face holds a boyish charm. His hair is honey-blond and falls in wild curls around his eyes that are squinted in laughter as he kisses the girl on the cheek.
    It takes some maneuvering for me to see the girl sitting on the other side. I think maybe she is Reid’s girlfriend, but they sit apart from each other, lacking the obvious PDA of the other two.
    She looks exceptionally intelligent.
    Her black hair hangs in waves accented by an array of braids that are held together by a beaded band. She listens quietly while the other girl gallantly tells a story.
    “Interested?”
    I spin around to find the bartender grinning at me.
    “In what?” I absently twirl a fry in my ketchup.
    She nods behind me, but I don’t have to turn around to know who she means. “He’s single, you know? I could introduce you.” She gives me a wiggly eyebrow to go with her suggestive tone.
    “No,” I sputter out, accidentally banging my knee on the board again. “That is not necessary.”
    The bartender laughs, adjusting her glasses. “Just thought I’d offer.”
    I turn back to look over my shoulder. Reid smiles at the girl across the table as she fervently continues her story. When he isn’t scowling at you, he could be kind of cute, in that bronze-skinned, super hot guy kind of way, which as of yesterday is totally not my type. I scrunch up my nose and turn back around. “So you know them?”
    The bartender leans against the counter, her eyes dancing. “What do you want to know?”
    “They look familiar.” I draw circles across my plate in my leftover salt.
    Her smile curls into a smirk. “Reid Thomas,” she says, pointing to him. “Cuter than a pound full of lost puppies and sweeter than his momma’s apple pie.”
    I raise a questioning eye at her. Maybe we aren’t talking about the same person. “Do you get paid for that kind of advertisement?”
    She laughs, straightening her glasses. “He’s my nephew. His twin sister, Abner, is my niece.”
    I turn back around, appraising the girl with streaked hair. It’s true. They can definitely pass as twins. She really must feel obligated to hang out with him. “Abner,” I repeat, trying to make myself remember the odd name.
    “Yeah, but I’d call her Abby if I were you,” she says. “Only her momma gets by with calling her otherwise.”
    I make the mental note before nodding toward them. “And the others?”
    She seems completely delighted that I asked. “The curly headed blond is Abby’s boyfriend,