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friend
. Is he leaning in? No, he can’t be. Yes, he is!
Reagan is your best friend!
    He bends and grabs the bag by our feet, his face now super close to mine. But before I can think any harder about that, he drops my hand and takes a step back to pull the strap over his head.
    I am losing my mind.
    “Talon’s here!” A girl my size—meaning preteen-looking body, but she’s
actually
apreteen—bolts out the door without a coat. She’s wearing flip-flops, not caring at all about the snow, and flies into her brother’s arms. Her long blond hair gets stuck in his wide-open mouth as she screeches over his shoulder, “You’re here! You’re here! You’re here!”
    If there’s anything that can make a sexy man sexier, it’s seeing him hug his little sister, pick her up, and carry her into the house so she doesn’t freeze her feet off. “Crazy girl. You want to get sick for your winter vacation?”
    Celeste makes a face at him before pouncing into my arms. “Oh my gosh, Kayla. I’ve got so much to tell you.”
    “Her? What do you have to tell her that you can’t tell me?” Talon makes the cutest round eyes at his twelve-year-old sister.
    “Girl stuff,” is all Celeste says before dragging me into the kitchen. The smell of burnt chocolate and pumpkin filters through my nostrils, and I try not to cringe. What the hell happened in that oven?
    “What’s that smell?” Apparently Talon isn’t as tactful as I am, but it is his house. “Smells like someone cooked a rotten jack-o’-lantern.”
    “You’re lucky Mom didn’t hear you say that. She spent the last two hours trying to get these cookies right for you.”
    Talon does that pretend zipper thing across his lips, and when Celeste turns away he does a gagging gesture. I bite back my super-girly giggle. Even though they’ll probably make him puke later, I know he’ll eat his mom’s cookies and say he loves them.
    “I’m going to go chuck this upstairs,” Talon says, holding up his duffel. “Have your girl talk or whatever while I’m gone, but then I get my little sister for the rest of the night.”
    He smiles, and I sigh because he’s oh so perfect.
    Celeste pulls my arm again, and tells me to get out of my coat and sit at the table. She has
big
news. Her blue eyes get all wide and excited as she bounces in the seat across from me. “You will not believe this, but I totally had my first kiss!”
    I squeal, giving her the response I’m sure she wants, since I know if she told Talon, he’d go all macho big brother on her. Not me. I’m going to be the big sister she never had. Reagan usually fills that role, but hey, I’m the one who’s here. I have to wiggle my way into Talon’s view. He has to notice sooner or later how perfect we are together. I mean, look at this sister bonding moment here!
    I lean across the table, grabbing Celeste’s jittery hands. “Tell me everything!”

    The cookie hits my taste buds, and I wish there was a smooth way of spitting it back out. But Mrs. Gregory stares at me as if I may burst into a million pieces if she looks away. Her eyebrows are all pushed together, waiting, waiting, waiting for my assessment of her chocolate chip pumpkin cookies. I force myself to swallow.
    “Super yummy!” I say a little too loudly. “Can I get the recipe? I’m going to force my dad to make these for my family.”
    Relief washes over her face, and she waves her hand through the air. “Oh please. It’s the basic one they put on the pumpkin mix.” She turns and shoves a bunch of the burnt lovelies into a Ziploc. I break off a large chunk of the cookie in my hand and jam it in my coat pocket. Talon grunts his laughter before sticking his cookie in my pocket too. I feel like nudging him in the arm, or touching him somehow, but again, it seems too brotherly-sisterly.
    Mrs. Gregory shakes the bag and zips it up before handing it to me. “Take these home. I’m sure your genius cook of a father will be able to figure out the