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it’s like eighty degrees here all year round? Maybe I should stay.”
    “This will all blow over,” Catherine said. “She only went on television because she thinks it’ll help Gerard win the election. Once that’s over with, she’ll leave you alone and forget about you.”
    “Eighty degrees year round? Serious? That’s amazing,” Gen said.
    “You’re not helping. Shush up,” Catherine told her.
    “I’m going in to take a nap. I was up all night because of a lush, and this conversation is too intense for a vacation.” Leo strolled past me and into the villa.
    I couldn’t take my eyes off his back; the cotton of his tank top molded to him like a second skin.
    He called over his shoulder, “Don’t go anywhere without telling me.”
    “I don’t need a damn babysitter,” I snapped after him.
    “Sure you don’t,” he answered and shut the patio door on me.
    Last night I’d needed more than a babysitter. Maybe a good spanking…
    I snapped out of that train of thought, but then he fell back onto the king sized bed and my imagination stirred up again. The filmy cream canopy drapes were open, cinched at all four posts. He looked comfortable— gorgeous— in the bed. Like an open invitation for all things naughty. I turned my back on the villa.
    “You’re right. This will blow over. She didn’t want me in their family anyway.”
    “I wish there was something we could do,” Gen said, a frown in my twin’s voice—it matched the one on my lips.
    “Me too, Gen.” I sighed and closed my eyes. Hangovers made me tired. My eyes felt like sandpaper.
    “Roxanna called her,” Gen said, and I held my breath, waiting for her to elaborate.
    “Who?” I asked after too long a pause, even though I knew who she spoke of. I pinched my fingers to the bridge of my nose at the corners of my eyes.
    “The She-Devil,” Gen said. “Roxanna was pissed after you left.”
    I let out a breath of air and waited. And waited.
    “Tell her,” Catherine said, but Gen remained silent. “Oh jeez, I’ll tell her. Roxanna told Deborah to back off.”
    “I’m guessing she didn’t appreciate that,” I said. If it were as simple as that, I’d have called her myself. The fact she’d gone on live television to stomp on me was a clear sign—bold and in all caps—that she didn’t plan on making things easy for me. I’d embarrassed her, embarrassed their family, and may have ruined Gerard’s campaign.
    No, me telling her to back off—anyone telling her to back off—wasn’t going to sway a woman like Deborah Buchanan. She was pure evil.
    “No, she only laughed,” Gen said. “But she mentioned there was a way for you to fix all of this.”
    I stiffened. “What? How the hell can I fix anything? She’s the one who did this to me. What the hell does she want from me?”
    Catherine cleared her throat. “She wants you to make a public announcement that you ran out of the wedding not because of anything the Buchanans or their son did to you, but because you suffer from a borderline multiple personality disorder.”
    My mouth dropped open.
    “And she wants you to admit you have rage issues on national television,” Gen added.
    I sat down in a lounge chair so I wouldn’t collapse from the shock of it all. I couldn’t wrap my head around the extent of Deborah’s crazy.
    “All before the election.”
    “You’re kidding. No way in hell am I doing any such thing,” I breathed. “Tell me Roxi recorded the conversation. Please.”
    “Um, no. But she regrets that she didn’t. A lot. She kind of called her up on a whim of anger and Roxanna drama. You know how she gets.”
    My vision blurred as I stared at the still water in the pool. “Well, it was nice of her to try. Tell her thank you.”
    Multiple personalities and rage issues. RAGE issues. She was a monster. A crazy, evil monster. Deflated, I lay there, staring up at the sky through the pergola beams.
    “If it means anything, I don’t think she was serious. I think