Sam says now. “Maybe she doesn’t need my help getting a date. We can take her back to the Perched Owl and she’ll nab one all by herself.” “I kind of have a date anyway,” I say, starting to wonder what I need to do to change the subject. I know when Sam’s focused about something and she’s got this one set in her head. But no way. No. Fucking. Way. “Who?” “Bobby.” “Okay, number one,” Sam says, rolling her eyes and holding up one finger, “he’s only coming for the zip lining thing, so that doesn’t count for the reception. Two,” she says, lifting the second finger, “even if he were coming to the reception, he still doesn’t count because I’m pretty sure you’re not getting lucky with your baby brother.” “Uck! God, Sam! I hope not.” “Stop harassing her,” Isabella says. “By the way, Chloe, I got him his own room.”
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