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a feeling Devon was used to being listened to.
    My jaw tightened at the sight of him and I got to my feet. “You were staring at my window.”
    â€œYeah.”
    â€œWhy?”
    â€œDoes it matter?” We looked at each other for a good, long moment before Devon nodded to something, or maybe nothing at all, in the distance. “Come on. I want to show you something.”
    I hated not getting answers, but I tilted my head toward him anyway, curious. Listening, despite the vague understanding that I was expected to listen, which triggered my rebellious side. I hated expectations. “Show me what?”
    Cara began picking up her Tarot cards with her right hand, shoving them angrily into a pile in her left. Her nail polish was chipped in several places, making her actions seem more frantic and violent than they really were. Without looking up at her brother, she said, “Do you have to do this every time? We were talking.”
    Devon slid his thumbs in his front pockets, staring at Cara until she finally looked up and met his eyes. Devon had willed her to. Such a small thing, but it seemed weird to me. Maybe it was because they were twins, and my closestencounter with twins until now had been Stanley Kubrick’s creepy little girls in matching blue dresses, standing in the hallway of the Overlook Hotel. “Come play with us, Stephen. Forever and ever . . .”
    Twins were weird. Or maybe I was just looking for weirdness. You know what they say: if you look hard enough for something, you’re bound to find it.
    After a moment of silence in which I tried to assure my wild imagination that they weren’t using telepathy to communicate, Devon spoke. His voice was hushed, but just as commanding. “Every time. What’s ‘every time’? You don’t even know him.”
    â€œI meant”—she glanced briefly at me before lowering her voice to something that sounded less angry—“that any time I’m talking to a guy, you get like this.”
    â€œLike what? How am I?” He barely gave her a second to answer, and when she responded by picking up the last of her cards in silence and standing, he grabbed her arm before she could walk away. “Seriously, how am I?”
    With a glare, she shook him off. “Impossible. That’s how you are.”
    â€œI kind of like the finality of that.” The corners of his mouth were touched with the hint of a smile—one that didn’t come through in his eyes. “Impossible.”
    A heaviness hung in the air between them—one I feltobligated to ignore. This conversation was none of my business. Devon looked at me pointedly. “You coming or what?” I could tell by his tone that his patience was wearing thin.
    Cara sighed. “Stephen, you don’t have to go with him.”
    â€œBut you can if you want. And I promise it’ll be worth your while.” He didn’t look at his sister. His eyes were on me.
    She groaned and rolled her eyes at her brother. “You are so annoying. What time will you be home?”
    â€œLater.” Devon shrugged casually with one shoulder. Cara bit her bottom lip, glancing between her brother and me. “Dev—”
    â€œLater.” His tone was more insistent, one not to be argued with.
    Cara’s eyes narrowed in a glare. She turned on her heel and walked through the front door, slamming it behind her.
    I swallowed hard and became Mr. Obvious. “She’s mad.”
    Devon’s eyes followed her inside. He didn’t look as concerned as I felt. “She’ll get over it. Besides, what do you care? You just met.”
    He stepped down off the porch and I joined him, shaking my head. “I don’t want to cause any trouble or make any enemies.”
    â€œWhat about friends?” He paused midstep and met my gaze. Then he cracked a smile and gave my sleeve a tugbefore continuing down the sidewalk. “Come on.