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stop there and neither did his hands. He pushed his way between my legs, inching up my dress, and I felt his rather puny erection pressing against me. Can you say awkward? The only thing separating my ‘V’ from his ‘P’ was a couple layers of clothing. Holy shitballs! This wasn't what I had in mind when I'd suggested we take a walk instead of going to the party. I had to stop this before I lost my V-card to the last person I ever wanted touching me.
    “Andrew,” I breathed against his mouth, giving his chest a small nudge, “it's too fast.”
    Putting on the brakes, he wasted zero time shoving his body off mine but took no care in covering the giant sigh that escaped his lips as he plopped down in the grass beside me. Staying still for a moment, I tried to collect my thoughts. I wanted to give Maggie the impression that I'd screwed him—not actually screw him. What if Andrew wouldn't have stopped just now? A jolt of fear shot through me. I normally would have never put myself in such a vulnerable position, and the close call made me want to get the hell back to a more populated area…now.
    “We should go to the party. My dad is expecting me there.”
    “No problem.” Hardly rattled, he sat up and reached for his jacket. While his attention was elsewhere, a glorious light bulb popped into my head. Lots of people liked to get freaky out on the golf course at night, so I plucked a handful of grass and rubbed into my hair. Maggie never missed a single party at the club, and hopefully when she saw it, she would assume I’d been getting hot and heavy out here. Maybe that would help boost her hatred for the skuz-wad.
    Andrew stood to his feet, noticing nothing, and then helped me up.
    “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to spoil the moment. I just... I just...” I trailed off, fumbling all over my fake apology. Fake or real, I wasn't sure what the appropriate words were for this type of situation. We began walking back across the fairway toward the distant lights of the clubhouse. Talk about awkward. I tried to come up with something—anything—to say, while ignoring the blades of grass that kept falling from my head. “I'm sorry,” I mumbled.
    “I know,” Andrew said, his words earnest and soft. “I know you're not a slut. I told you before, I've always noticed you. You don't have to explain yourself. We'll get to the good stuff when we get to the good stuff. I would never rush you.”
    For a fraction of a moment, I almost believed the toolbox was a halfway decent guy. Maybe I even saw what my sister had always seen in him. Then the disturbing image of Andrew getting freaky with Leah Longerburger sprang into my head, and I lost my respect for him all over again.

CHAPTER 3
    MAGGIE
    With my shoulders relaxed and my head held high, I entered the ballroom of the Reed Ryder Country Club, where the party was already well underway. Dad loved to hold these types of events for just about any occasion he could dream up. Tonight, white table-cloths, giant vases of blue hydrangeas, and twinkling lights decorated my favorite spot in the world. I loved this room and the hundreds of memories it contained.
    Quiet and still with his arms crossed over his chest, Dean's pretty golden eyes glanced around. Was he fascinated or bored? He took in the ambiance like a seasoned pro—like these were his people instead of mine. He didn't comment on the argument that had transpired between us moments ago, nor did he ask any questions about my recent revelation that I have a twin dating my ex. But I did find my anger toward him mellowing—I hadn't known him long enough to stay mad. Besides, like it or not, I seemed to be stuck with him for the night.
    I immediately noticed quite a few people I knew. Most of the familiar faces belonged to Dad's golf buddies, their plastic-surgery obsessed wives, and their entitled children. Growing up on a golf course, I spent every hour of my free time around these people. When I turned sixteen, I started