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with a faux-fur hood, a tight turtleneck that showed off her curves, and a tight pair of dark Rock & Republic jeans.Brett involuntarily balled her hands into fists and cleared her throat.
“Oh,” Sebastian said, when he realized they were no longer alone. He smiled at Brett but didn’t move away from the counter.
“Hey. I didn’t know you were here.”
“I told you I was coming over to Isaac’s before the Three-Legged Race,” Brett said stiffly. Why hadn’t he mentioned that he
would be there with Isla? He’d had ample time to do so at lunch before Brett had run off to her calculus class, but he hadn’t
said a word.
“We’re prepping for the race,” Isla said, waving a half-full Svedka vodka bottle at Brett. “Are you seriously going for wine?”
Her pale green eyes latched on to the bottles in Isaac’s hands. She sounded scandalized, but Isaac shrugged.
“Clearly we’re more civilized than you are,” he teased.
Isla wrinkled her pert, ski-jump nose at him. “Are you headed over there?”
“Soon,” Isaac said, holding up the wine bottles in his hands.
There was a brief, very tense silence as Isla doctored two take-out coffee cups and handed one to Sebastian, who kept his
eyes trained on the drinks. He didn’t feel Brett’s glare on the side of his face or see the way her jaw was clenched with
fury. Of course he didn’t. He was far too entranced by Isla.
“Let’s do this,” Isla said. He took a sip and shuddered theatrically. Isla giggled, and Brett resisted the urge to throw one
of the wine bottles at her. Isla could tell Brett was jealous, she was sure of it. Ironic how the girl Brett hated the most
was more aware of her feelings than her own boyfriend.
“It’s like paint thinner,” Sebastian said. He grinned at Isla. “It’s perfect.”
Finally he crossed over to Brett but only to give her a measly peck on the forehead, like he might give to his eighty-five-year-old
grandmother.
“See you,” he murmured, and then he and Isla swept off into the afternoon.
Together.
Brett blinked into the sudden emptiness of the kitchen, not sure how she was supposed to react.
“We need to conceal this somehow.” Isaac frowned at the wine bottles he held, oblivious. He set the bottles down on the counter
and tossed his phone and keys beside them. “I think I have a Nalgene bottle upstairs. I’ll be right back.”
He ran up the stairs, and Brett tried to talk herself down from her fury. Sebastian and Isla were just doing the Perfect Match
thing. There was no need to freak. How many times was she going to get upset about this kind of incident? So far, every time
she’d freaked out about something, she’d been wrong. When was she going to learn to trust him?
A little buzz emitted from Isaac’s BlackBerry. Brett had the overwhelming urge to check his messages, just to see. It wasn’t
for her, she told herself, it was for Jenny. She wanted to give her friend a full and accurate account of all of her boyfriend’s
adorable traits—and who knew? Maybe this was a text message from the Rhinecliff florist, announcing some huge delivery to
Jenny. She glanced toward the ceiling, as if she could see through the walls and track Isaac’s movements.
Brett moved across the room and picked up Isaac’s phone, clicking open the chat bubble. It was the latest in an ongoing conversation.
MollyWagner: Hey sweetie. What’s the V-Day deal? Are you still coming to visit?
IsaacDresden: I don’t know yet. I’m trying to work it out…
MollyWagner: Don’t tell me those Waverly girls have eaten you alive. ;)
IsaacDresden: Nothing like that. I just have a lot going on.
MollyWagner: What’s more important than your girlfriend and Valentine’s Day???
IsaacDresden: I know, I know. I’m a terrible boyfriend.
MollyWagner: That hasn’t been determined yet. But good thing U R cute!
Brett dropped the phone like it was on fire and stared at it as it clattered against
with a faux-fur hood, a tight turtleneck that showed off her curves, and a tight pair of dark Rock & Republic jeans.Brett involuntarily balled her hands into fists and cleared her throat.
“Oh,” Sebastian said, when he realized they were no longer alone. He smiled at Brett but didn’t move away from the counter.
“Hey. I didn’t know you were here.”
“I told you I was coming over to Isaac’s before the Three-Legged Race,” Brett said stiffly. Why hadn’t he mentioned that he
would be there with Isla? He’d had ample time to do so at lunch before Brett had run off to her calculus class, but he hadn’t
said a word.
“We’re prepping for the race,” Isla said, waving a half-full Svedka vodka bottle at Brett. “Are you seriously going for wine?”
Her pale green eyes latched on to the bottles in Isaac’s hands. She sounded scandalized, but Isaac shrugged.
“Clearly we’re more civilized than you are,” he teased.
Isla wrinkled her pert, ski-jump nose at him. “Are you headed over there?”
“Soon,” Isaac said, holding up the wine bottles in his hands.
There was a brief, very tense silence as Isla doctored two take-out coffee cups and handed one to Sebastian, who kept his
eyes trained on the drinks. He didn’t feel Brett’s glare on the side of his face or see the way her jaw was clenched with
fury. Of course he didn’t. He was far too entranced by Isla.
“Let’s do this,” Isla said. He took a sip and shuddered theatrically. Isla giggled, and Brett resisted the urge to throw one
of the wine bottles at her. Isla could tell Brett was jealous, she was sure of it. Ironic how the girl Brett hated the most
was more aware of her feelings than her own boyfriend.
“It’s like paint thinner,” Sebastian said. He grinned at Isla. “It’s perfect.”
Finally he crossed over to Brett but only to give her a measly peck on the forehead, like he might give to his eighty-five-year-old
grandmother.
“See you,” he murmured, and then he and Isla swept off into the afternoon.
Together.
Brett blinked into the sudden emptiness of the kitchen, not sure how she was supposed to react.
“We need to conceal this somehow.” Isaac frowned at the wine bottles he held, oblivious. He set the bottles down on the counter
and tossed his phone and keys beside them. “I think I have a Nalgene bottle upstairs. I’ll be right back.”
He ran up the stairs, and Brett tried to talk herself down from her fury. Sebastian and Isla were just doing the Perfect Match
thing. There was no need to freak. How many times was she going to get upset about this kind of incident? So far, every time
she’d freaked out about something, she’d been wrong. When was she going to learn to trust him?
A little buzz emitted from Isaac’s BlackBerry. Brett had the overwhelming urge to check his messages, just to see. It wasn’t
for her, she told herself, it was for Jenny. She wanted to give her friend a full and accurate account of all of her boyfriend’s
adorable traits—and who knew? Maybe this was a text message from the Rhinecliff florist, announcing some huge delivery to
Jenny. She glanced toward the ceiling, as if she could see through the walls and track Isaac’s movements.
Brett moved across the room and picked up Isaac’s phone, clicking open the chat bubble. It was the latest in an ongoing conversation.
MollyWagner: Hey sweetie. What’s the V-Day deal? Are you still coming to visit?
IsaacDresden: I don’t know yet. I’m trying to work it out…
MollyWagner: Don’t tell me those Waverly girls have eaten you alive. ;)
IsaacDresden: Nothing like that. I just have a lot going on.
MollyWagner: What’s more important than your girlfriend and Valentine’s Day???
IsaacDresden: I know, I know. I’m a terrible boyfriend.
MollyWagner: That hasn’t been determined yet. But good thing U R cute!
Brett dropped the phone like it was on fire and stared at it as it clattered against
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