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he’s never seen me before. It kind of pisses me off at the same time it thrills me.
    “No, I’m your big brother,” he says, and the anger welling inside me boils into a giant wave.
    I take a step toward him, poking my finger in his chest. I’ve never done that before—or not since we grew up—and it feels good.
    “You are not my brother, Matt. We aren’t related at all. I’m just like all the other girls in school—”
    His brows lower and he looks suddenly furious. “You are fucking not like the other girls—”
    “I am! I like guys and I want a boyfriend of my own—I want some guy to want me, to take me on dates, to hold my hand and drive me in his car—”
    “That’s not all they want, Evie. You want romance and all that bullshit—guys want sex.”
    I lift my chin. My heart thumps. There is so much in that statement I can address. But there is only one thing I’m going to. “Maybe that’s what I want too.”
    He takes a step closer then, his brows lowering even more. He looks pissed, and something about it thrills me more than it should.
    “You’re a virgin, Evie,” he growls beneath his breath. “You need to save yourself for the right guy. A guy who cares about you and doesn’t just want to get laid. A guy who’ll treat you right.”
    Honestly, as fascinating as his anger is, it’s also irritating. What a hypocrite. I know what he’s been up to, what he’s done with the girls he’s taken out. Matt Girard is no virgin.
    “Like you treat Jeanine and Tiffany and Bella and all the others, right?”
    He grabs me again, and this time he jerks me over to the passenger door and yanks it open. He’s going to try to shove me in the car by force, but I’m having none of it.
    If anyone is watching us, and I’m sure they are, they have to be as confused as I am. We must look like a couple having a fight. Yet we aren’t a couple. We’re friends.
    I jerk free of his grip—not easy since Matt is bigger than I am and stronger—and stumble back a step.
    “Don’t you dare, Matt. Don’t you fucking dare!”
    His chest heaves as he stares at me. I have no idea what he might do next, but he turns and slaps his hand on top of the Vette explosively, swearing in Cajun French, which I do not speak, and English. I take a step back, awed and surprised by the force of his anger.
    When he’s through cussing, he slams the door and rakes a hand through his hair.
    “Fine. Fucking fine—but don’t you come crying to me when it all goes wrong, you got that? I tried.”
    I don’t know what will happen next, what I should say, but I don’t get the chance to figure it out. Matt strides away and leaves me standing beside his car. My heart hammers and tears prick at my eyes.
    “Asshole,” I hiss. And then I turn and go rejoin Jules and my friends.

Chapter Nine
    MATT
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    W hat the fuck is wrong with me? I have no idea, but I can’t take my eyes off Evie. I am fucking pissed when I leave her standing beside my car. I go back to the pavilion, get another drink, and let Jeanine drape herself all over me.
    I kiss her hard, shove my tongue down her throat, and grab her ass when she rubs up against me. She makes a noise of approval deep in her throat, but it does nothing for me.
    I push her away, gently, and hammer back that drink. Then I get another one. The whiskey is smooth and it soon takes the edges off my irritation. I feel happier, freer. I can breathe again.
    I keep watching Evie though because I can’t stop. Jeanine tries to distract me, but it doesn’t work. Eventually, she slips off to join her friends for a while, no doubt annoyed that she can’t get me to take her away from here and have a quickie in her daddy’s truck.
    Oh yeah, she informed me she has his truck, complete with bench seat in the back. I’m not uninterested, but I can’t drag myself away just yet.
    Evie has a cup in her hand, but I don’t know what’s in it. She might be drinking, or not. Every once in a while our gazes meet.