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Sara’s eyes lit up as she scurried after me, “You’re on the prowl for a girl, aren’t you?” She sounded curious and oddly excited by the prospect.
I ignored her, but she went on anyway. “I was wondering when you’d give up on stealing my sister from your jerkwad brother.”
She had caught up to me by then and her words caught my attention. Sara was nearly a foot shorter than I was, so I had to tilt my head down to speak in her direction. “You think Tristan is a jerkwad?” I didn’t bother trying to hide the amusement in my tone. She was the first person I had ever encountered who didn’t think the great Tristan Davis could walk on water.
“Of course,” Sara beamed up at me. “You’re so much better than he is… in every way.” Her blue eyes, which were just a shade duller than Lexi’s, gazed up at
