Cam opened one eye and squinted into the light. Behind the sheer lilac curtains, Shane Wright was drumming his fingers on the glass. She rolled over, looking for Alex. The bedroom they’d shared was bright with sunshine, and her sister was gone. With her back to the window, Cam closed her eyes — as if that would get rid of Shane, make him go away — because already her heart had begun to pound; her promise not to fall for it, for him, was slipping away, like the quicksand he’d once lured her into. “Cam.” He knew she was awake. “I heard you were back. I mean, everyone knows you’re here — for your Initiation. I just… I couldn’t wait to see you. Turn around. Come on, open the window. Let me talk to you.” She fought the temptation to put her hands over her ears. Too lame. Too weak a move. She rolled over angrily. Pulling the comforter around her, she set her feet on the carpet. “If you want to talk to me, wait out front,” she ordered him, then turned away and, trailing the comforter, shuffled into the bathroom.
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