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speed-walking.
    When she pivoted around and faced me, her big, doe eyes were lit with joy from within once again. “We have to stop messing around in public places. First, that old coot with the shotgun, and now Don . Don is the closest thing I have to a paternal figure. We need to be more careful.” She tried to sound authoritative, like she was laying down the law, but considering she’d giggled probably every third word, it wasn’t very convincing.
    “Okay,” I agreed easily.
    “Promise,” she asked, pointing her forefinger up at me, looking so sassy and so fucking cute that I could barely stand it.
    “I pinkie promise”—my voice dropped to a low whisper as I took a small step, closing the distance between us and wrapping my pinkie around hers like I’d seen her do with Christian—“that I want to take you upstairs and show you just how careful I can be.”
    Her chest rose as she inhaled sharply, and her eyes dilated. Then her lips turned up in a grin that was definitely on the naughty side. She grabbed my hand, pulling me behind her as she continued her new habit of speed-walking.
    “Sorry, Rachel. Just passing through,” she announced as we rushed through the kitchen.
    “Dinner is at six sharp,” Rachel announced just as we made it to the bottom of a staircase.
    I saw Cat’s entire body stiffen at Rachel’s words. When she slowly turned around, her eyes shot straight past me, directly at Rachel. My heart felt like it stopped in my chest as I watched all the color drain out of Cat’s face. It was like she’d seen a ghost.
    What the hell…

Chapter 4
    Cat
    A ll I could hear was the thudding of my heart pounding loudly in my chest. Forcing myself to speak, I asked, “Dinner’s at six? On the dot?”
    Rachel nodded without saying anything. I noted that her face was studiously neutral. I waited for her to expound, but she didn’t.
    That means Mom’s here. When my mother was away on business, or on set, or just gone, we never kept to as formal a schedule and Rachel always liked to eat early.
    My voice was flat and devoid of emotion as I asked the question I already knew the answer to. “So…she’s out of the hospital, then?”
    Again, Rachel nodded silently before straightening her shoulders and returning her attention to the stove. I recognized the posture. I wasn’t going to get anything out of her.
    Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Don walk in from the door we had just come through, and my interrogative gaze shot directly to him. “When did she get home?”
    “This morning,” he replied in a monotone, a hint of sadness tainting his normally playful eyes.
    I didn’t respond. Instead, I turned back to the stairs and began climbing them. The stairs that, just seconds before, I was excited to go up, now felt like a plank I was being forced to walk. Dread filled me at the thought of putting one foot in front of the other and ascending them. But it wasn’t like I had a choice. I couldn’t stay in the kitchen forever.
    I walked up the steps one by one. Somehow, some way, I managed to reach the top. I led Jace down the hall to my room, my knees shaking with every step I took. All the joy I had been feeling evaporated like water on a hot sidewalk. Reality came crashing down on me with avalanche force and I felt like I was going to crumble under the weight of it.
    She was here. Not in the hospital. She was in this house.
    Then, like a magic spell had been cast on me, I went totally numb. It took me a moment to realize what had happened, recognize what was going on with me, and process the information. It might have only been a few months since I’d been home, but I’d already forgotten the total and complete blocking of any and all feelings that was my default mode whenever Angelica was in the house.
    I wasn’t happy. I wasn’t sad. I wasn’t worried. I wasn’t excited. I wasn’t anxious. I just…was.
    During the months that I’d been up in Arcata, at school, with my new