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“I-” Savannah’s eyelashes flickered. “Wait.” She looked up. “You’re literally teasing me right now.”
“I’m just checking on your resolve!”
“I’m not falling for that!”
“Hm, well, it was your last chance. We’re friends only, from now on.”
“There’s nothing only about it.”
Their eyes met, and they both smiled.
“Should we hug?” Rosalie asked.
“Maybe after we get out of my bedroom?”
“Oh. Good point.”
Once back out in the main party, Savannah pulled Rosalie into her arms and they hugged each other tight for a solid minute.
“You guys are cute,” Coral breezed by.
“Platonic cute,” Rosalie informed her over Savannah’s shoulder.
“Oh?” Coral paused. “In that case, that girl over there in the corner spilled her drink all over herself the minute you walked in.”
“Really?” Rosalie asked, craning her neck to see. Savannah jerked out of the hug and gave her a small shove.
“I fucking told you,” she said with an eye roll.
Chapter Thirteen
“I think I’m going to pass out,” Kinsey announced their second morning in Vermont. She and Cassidy were exploring the band room downstairs. “Beware the Fury is literally haunting these walls, don’t you think?”
Cassidy tried to look unimpressed as if her sister’s talent was debatable, but her eyes were shining. The basement room was low-key and comfortable, all soft dim lights and instruments that were so beautiful Kinsey was afraid to breathe on them. She could see it perfectly… Savannah Grace after Twice Struck’s break-up, beautiful and heartbroken, trying to make it on her own; Noah Lyman all casually cool and grungy; and epically talented Brynn Marshall, yet to be discovered.
“They totally fell in love in this room,” Kinsey decided, both hearts and stars in her eyes.
“Gross,” said Cassidy, pulling a face, then holding her songwriting notebook she flopped down on the big, comfy, designer sofa.
“Yeah,” Kinsey continued dreamily, “they definitely had sex for the first time on that couch right there.”
“Argh!” Cassidy slid immediately to the floor and gave her a filthy look, and Kinsey grinned back.
“Probably still do,” she added, ducking as Cassidy threw her pen at her.
“I hate you.”
“You love me,” Kinsey said automatically, without even thinking. Cassidy went silent, her face turning slightly pink. Somehow, Kinsey felt her own cheeks heat a little. “Oh,” she said. “Still haven’t told Lane, huh?”
“I… I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” Cassidy said softly. “It’s like the words get stuck.”
Kinsey considered her. “But you do, right? You love Lane?”
Cassidy met her gaze head on. “I do,” she said. “Completely.”
“You can tell me you love Lane, but you can’t tell them?”
“I guess so,” Cassidy said, her eyelashes flickering as she squinted at the floor. She pulled her knees up to her chest.
