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doorway. “I only yell because you
use my makeup,” she said, leaning against the wall and snapping her gum. “Not
that it matters, since I plan on getting out of here as soon as I can, but you
can have this room. None of us need this much space. We won’t have enough stuff
to fill the smaller rooms, let alone this one.”
    Savannah ignored Peyton’s comment about “getting out of
here”—it was just Peyton being stubborn, and Grandma had made it clear they had
to stay with their father until Mom was better. She felt guilty for rushing to
claim the master bedroom knowing her sisters would have given it to her if she’d
asked, but the doorbell rang before she could apologize.
    She sat up quickly, the world blurring. Was it Adrian? His note
said he wouldn’t be done with his meeting until they finished unpacking, but
maybe the meeting hadn’t taken as long as he’d expected. Her stomach flipped,
and she looked at her sisters in panic. Could they be about to meet their
father? Was she ready to meet her father? She had no
idea what she was supposed to do, or what she should say. She wished more than
anything her mom or grandma were there to help.
    “We should get that.” Courtney’s face paled, her voice so calm
that Savannah knew she must be freaking out inside. At least the three of them
had each other. They would get through this together.
    “What joy,” Peyton huffed, and rolled her eyes. “We get to meet
the jerk who screwed us—and Mom—over for our whole lives. This will be
enlightening.” Her sarcasm made it clear she thought it would be anything
but.
    “We should at least listen to what he has to say,” Savannah
said, standing up and straightening her shirt. Her body tingled with nerves to
the point that she felt like her blood was about to burst out of her skin.
Needing to do something with her hands, she ran them through her hair to brush
out the tangles. She could do this. Satisfied with her reflection, she marched
past her sisters and pulled the front door open.
    Standing in front of her was the hot guy she’d seen at the gym.
His dark brown hair was messed up in a sexy “just finished working out” way, his
black T-shirt clung to his defined abs and his tanned skin glowed as if he spent
every day lounging around a pool.
    Savannah’s arm dropped to her side, and she stared up at him,
speechless. What was he doing here? She’d never had a superhot guy show up at
her doorstep. She had no idea what to say to him. If Evie were here, she would
come up with something perfect. But she would also take the attention away from
Savannah. The tough part about having Evie as a best friend was that they always
liked the same guys. And then the guys liked Evie more than Savannah, so
Savannah got stuck with the second choice.
    This move to Vegas might be the perfect chance to break away
from Evie’s shadow. Could Savannah become a different—improved—version of
herself just from wanting to?
    She wouldn’t know if she didn’t try.
    “Who are you?” Peyton narrowed her eyes at the guy and snapped
her gum. Of course she had to steal the attention by talking to the hot guy
first.
    “Damien Sanders,” he replied, barely looking at Peyton before
turning back to Savannah. Her heart jumped—maybe all wasn’t lost. “I live on the
floor below yours, and noticed you walking by while I was working out in the
gym. I didn’t know if you knew anyone here yet, so I figured I would stop over
and introduce myself.”
    Wow. Not only was he hot, but he was supernice, too.
    “No, we don’t know anyone here yet,” Savannah answered, her
words coming out faster than she intended. Evie said she always knew when
Savannah was nervous because she turned into a talking chipmunk. She took a
breath and forced herself to slow down. “Except for you now. We just got here
today—we moved here to stay with our dad for a while. I’m Savannah.”
    Damien leaned lazily against the door frame. “So you’re the
infamous