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before he could say anything else. Why didn't Joshua come? If he had, she would be talking about lesson plans and learning strategies instead of her love life or lack thereof.
    Ethan watched her run. Huh, a woman running from me. That was strange. It was almost ... refreshing?
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    After her shower, she stood in the girls’ room, named such, because it was decorated by Grace and Megan when they were just teenagers. Her mom didn't have the heart to change it. Of course, neither did Grace. Ethan was talking with Chase and Megan across the hall.
    Grace wanted her own room back but didn't want to be rude. Plus, she didn't want to talk to Ethan. He unsettled her. She would be a good host but keep distance. Then, she banged her head on the top bunk. As she rubbed her head, she thought about booting him out of her room. Grumbling she settled into the bottom bunk.
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    Ethan opened the door and looked around the room. It was bright purple with a yellow and pink floral comforter on the top bunk and a blue and yellow striped one on the bottom with Grace underneath. His eyes hurt just looking at it. What were they thinking?
    He wanted to tell her she could have her room back, but she was sound asleep. His eyes wandered over the soft features of her face. Her red hair spiraled all around her head. She was beautiful. Chase was right about that. Since Grace wasn't sleeping in her bed tonight, he would. He liked the smell of it—of her.
    When he got to her bedroom, he found himself in an odd situation. He wanted to snoop. The room looked all soft and feminine with a yellow floral comforter on the bed and soft pink sheets underneath. It smelled like Grace. The windows let streams of moonlight in through the thin curtains.
    A chair and side table were in the corner for reading. A double closet with sliding doors was along one wall, and a long white wicker dresser was along the wall next to the door. It was big and comfortable, except the bed. A queen bed was small to him. He wouldn't mind seeing Grace in it next to him, close at hand. With that thought, he stripped to his boxers and crawled into the bed. He would have to run this off in the morning.
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    Morning comes too soon after a restless night. Grace opened her eyes to see the heavy wood of the top bunk. For a moment, she had forgotten where she was. The purple walls reminded her.
    U gh, Megan's old room . They did this when they were thirteen. Why her mother let them, she had no idea, but even when Megan left for the city, her mom wouldn't change it.
    She always treated Megan like a daughter instead of a niece. Megan's father and Grace's father were brothers. Megan's mom ran out on them. Her father thought a little girl should be raised by a woman, so he sent Megan to live with them when she was eleven. This room, like her mother's room, stood as a shrine to what once was.
    Get up, Grace.
    First impressions were over, not that she held a candle to her princess cousin, who was petite and perfect. With wild hair, plain cotton pajamas, and no makeup, Grace headed for the kitchen. She was hoping everyone was in a better mood though she herself felt crankier than ever. The twin mattress was old and lumpy. Her back was in knots from it.
    Ethan stood there tall and delicious, drinking coffee as he leaned against the counter. His dark brown hair was tussled about on his head. Maybe he didn't own a brush or comb. His rich chocolate eyes looked at her and seemed to peer right into her soul. He dressed in loose cargo shorts and a Blink-182 T-shirt. A stark contrast to his brother and her cousin, who appeared more starched this morning.
    Ethan could hardly believe his eyes when Grace entered the room. He had never seen a woman so cranky look so good. Her hair was a wild assortment of red curls that ran like a wave over her shoulders and down her back. His fingers would love to surf right through. The pajamas and T-shirt were not unlike his own sleeping attire, but of course, he,