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until they fall asleep? It might be easier,” J.P. suggested quietly.
    “Fine.” Jack sighed as she stalked back to the overstuffed Jonathan Adler leather club chair.
    “We
love
J.P.!” Colette yelled.
    “This is okay, right?” J.P. asked Jack, already rifling through the shelves of developmentally appropriate DVDs.
    “Movie!” Elodie yelled, stomping her tiny foot.
    “Okay, movie!” J.P. said. “Do you like this one?” He held up a
Dora the Explorer
DVD case.
    “Yes, yes, yes!” the girls yelled in chorus. J.P. stuck the disc into the DVD player and the twins immediately fell silent,
     entranced by the show.
    Jack pulled her phone out of her jeans pocket. She wasn’t sure who to call. Sarah Jane had been in Aspen since Monday, Jiffy
     and Genevieve were crashing a lame benefit party that Beatrice was hosting, and Avery had a family dinner. Still, she needed
     to do
something
to distract her from her ridiculous night.
    She was
supposed
to be drinking a large well-deserved glass of Côtes du Rhône, eating cheese and crackers, and contemplating the fact that
     in just two days, she and J.P. were going to do it.
It
it. They’d been so close for so long, but finally, they had special Thanksgiving plans—a cozy, private rendezvous. Jack’s
     dad, Rebecca, and the stepbrats were all planning to go to New Jersey to celebrate with Rebecca’s extended family, so she’d
     have the entire town house to herself for the night. All J.P. had to do was come over after he’d had dinner with his family.
     It would be perfect. After all, one month after their
what were we thinking?
breakup where J.P. had spent less than a week dating Baby Carlyle, they were stronger than ever.
    Jack felt stronger than ever too. Sure, living with her dad, Rebecca, and the stepbrats wasn’t ideal, but normally the toddlers
     had their nanny to amuse them. Jack’s ballet classes had never been better, and her teachers were talking to her about conservatory
     programs for college. Even her friendships were good. While she’d have preferred it if Avery weren’t related to Baby, Avery
     had turned out to be more interesting than she’d originally thought. She had a snarky side to her, and would definitely let
     Jack know if her butt looked flat in her jeans. She’d never really met anyone like that before.
    As if on cue, her phone burst into
The Nutcracker Suite.
Avery.
    “I’ll go upstairs,” Jack announced. Not like it mattered. J.P. was laughing along with the twins at Dora, looking like he
     was having the fucking time of his life.
    “What’s up?” Jack asked as she stepped into the upstairs den. Rebecca had an unfortunate Danish modern-and-pastel fetish.
     Jack settled into the ugly low salmon-colored couch.
    “Sorry, I know you’re with J.P.! I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” Avery’s voice was teasing on the other end.
    “Nope, it’s preschool power hour here.” Jack sighed. “Seriously, remind me to never have kids. I can’t even talk about it.”
     She shuddered. “How’s your family?” she asked. Even though they were getting close, she didn’t want Avery to know just how
     pathetic her life was.
    “Good, actually—I just found out we’re going to the Bahamas tomorrow!” Avery squealed. “My mom’s boyfriend invited us. Can
     you come? I think Owen’s bringing Rhys. It’ll be
soooo
much fun! Please?”
    Jack sighed heavily. Part of her really wanted to go. She knew she and Avery would have a blast together, and it felt like
     forever since she’d gotten out of the city. But she didn’t want to postpone
it
again. The four-day weekend was the perfect time. Tomorrow, she’d go shopping for new lingerie; Thursday, she’d officially
     become a woman; and then Friday, Saturday, and Sunday she and J.P. would repeat the performance. After all, your first time
     was supposed to be sort of clumsy, so Jack wanted to have at least one good experience before school on Monday, where she’d
     dangle