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ruining your life. Boys are bad. Just say no. Blahdy blah blah.”
    “You are ruining your life, but that’s not what this is about. Not this time.” Allie
     mustered up a smile for the driver. “Thank you. I’ll be half an hour, maybe forty-five
     minutes.”
    He nodded. “I’ll be waiting.”
    Well, the chauffeur was American, a Southerner by the sound of his accent.
    Monica smiled at the cute man and gave him a finger wave. “Does he come with the job?”
    Allie ignored her and strode toward the house. Brynn waited until Allie walked up
     the cracked concrete steps before she began her interrogation. “What are you doing
     in a limo, Al? What’s going on?”
    Placing a hand on Brynn’s shoulder, Allie gently pushed her into the house. Monica
     shoved her way past them and stepped inside. “Allie needs to talk.”
    “Sit down a second, okay?” She waited until her sisters parked themselves on the shabby
     blue sofa. Monica looked just like their mom—the same long, honey-blond hair and light
     blue eyes, down to the little dent in her chin. Brynn, on the other hand, looked more
     like their father, with dark hair and deep blue, almost navy eyes. And right now they
     were wide and frightened.
    Brynn sat huddled, arms wrapped around her stomach. “Tell us what’s going on, Al.”
    “You know with Mom’s hospital bills and the cost of the funeral, things have been
     pretty tight lately.”
    “Yeah, no shit. Like I need a car. And those shoes are from last year.” Monica pointed at the green canvas shoes
     in the middle of the room, their long strings trailing across the floor.
    God, not again . “Monica, we’ve been over this. You want a car? Get a job and buy one.”
    Rolling her eyes toward the ceiling, she sighed. “How am I supposed to get a job if
     I don’t have a car? And I thought you said this wasn’t going to be another lecture.”
    Brynn pulled her knees up to her chest. “Would you two shut it? All you do is fight
     and I’m sick of it.”
    When Allie thought she could open her mouth without blasting Monica, she said, “Dad’s
     business has taken a hit and even with my paycheck we can’t make ends meet. So, I
     took a new job today. I’m an assistant to a man named Trevor Blake. He’s an investor
     and he needs me to start immediately. But I have to move into his house because he
     keeps such crazy hours.”
    Monica smiled. “Score. Can I come over and use the pool? He’s got a pool, right?”
    Allie ignored Monica and sank down on the sofa, brushing her shoulder against Brynn’s.
     “It’s going to be all right. I’ll call every day and I’ll come home to check on you
     all the time.”
    Brynn narrowed her eyes. “No, you won’t. You’re going to leave and not come back.
     And I don’t care. I’m not a kid. I can take care of myself.” She jumped up and ran
     out of the room.
    Guilt lodged in the middle of Allie’s chest. What was she supposed to do? If she didn’t
     keep this bargain, the medical bills alone would probably bankrupt them. And Trevor
     Blake would evict them.
    The house itself was a relic. Old, scarred furniture. Ancient brown carpeting. A secondhand
     refrigerator that made an annoying, high-pitched whine. The place was in desperate
     need of a paint job and more than a few repairs. But at least it was a home.
    Slouching against the back of the sofa, Monica sighed. “God, she’s such a drama queen.
     It’s not like you’re dying too.”
    A lance of pain shot through Allie. But she let it pass. Monica only wanted a reaction.
     “It wouldn’t hurt you to be nice to her. She’s having a tough time right now.” She
     sat for a moment, debated whether she should tackle the next subject. But she was
     already having the shittiest day ever, why not go for the gold. “Want to tell me why
     you skipped school? Where were you? Who were you with?”
    Monica shook her head. “Here we go again. My life is none of your business. You’re
     not Mom, all