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glitter fits in it.” She lets her head fall back and stares at the sky. “God, I hope we aren’t doing arts and crafts.”
    “Me, neither,” I agree. “Unless I’m high. I get really creative when I’m high.”
    Emersyn’s lips tug into a tiny smile. “You do that a lot?
    I give a half shrug. “Nah. Not too much. Just whenever I hang out with Miss F.”
    Her brows drip. “Who’s Miss F?”
    “My cranky, old neighbor.” I sigh, feeling homesick for Miss F. and our crazy running-errands-when-you’re-high adventures. “But, anyway, I’ll tell you what. If arts and crafts ends up coming up, I’ll fake food poisoning, and you can pretend you have to run me to the hospital.”
    She considers my offer, and then a grin breaks out across her face. “Sounds like a deal. Now, if you could solve the wine-coolers-only problem, we should be golden.”
    Grinning, I do my best mafia-come-a-little-closer gesture and show her the bottle of tequila in my bag.
    “Mad props, city girl.” She snatches the bottle from my bag, throws back a swig, and then offers the bottle to me.
    I take a tiny sip, but don’t go too crazy. It is only ten o’clock in the morning, after all—I need to wait until at least lunch time—and we have a long drive ahead of us. I need to pace myself, not get too crazy too fast. Otherwise, I’ll turn into reckless Lexi, and she causes even more chaos than sober Lexi.
    Yep, I definitely need to take it easy. The last thing I want to do is end up in Vegas, drunk off my ass. Knowing my luck, I’ll end up in some cheesy Elvis wedding chapel, wearing a weird kitty cat get-up, marrying a guy named Bologna who wears a collection of Smurf doll head necklaces around his neck and sports an athletic cup all the time because, as he says, “To protect his nuts from squirrels! They’re sneaky, little bastards! They’ll get you when you least expect it!”
    True story. Not about the marriage part, but about the guy named Bologna.
    I met him during a strange night when I somehow ended up drunk in the park, wearing a cardboard box and talking to a tree about my life problems.
    “I have to pee,” Emersyn announces. “I guess I better go now, since the first scheduled bathroom stop isn’t for another three hours.” Grumbling under her breath, she hikes up the driveway toward the house.
    “So, how’s Veronica Mars doing?” Evan asks as he lightly chucks the pink bag back into the trunk.
    “She’s doing great.” I hold my finger and thumb an inch apart. “I’m this close to figuring you out. I even found your photo in the yearbook. You were pretty photogenic, if I do say so myself.”
    “That’s funny because I’m pretty sure I was purposefully absent every year during picture day.” He folds his lean arm across his chest and stares me down, doing that freaky, unblinking thing again. “And I wasn’t photogenic at all. Never have been.”
    “Yeah, right. Have you seen yourself?” I pause, realizing what I said aloud, and then quickly add, “Okay, okay. I looked in one yearbook and couldn’t find a photo of you. I thought I’d go out on a limb, though, because I didn’t think you’d be MIA in all of them.”
    “Well, I was, and for a very good reason.” He chews on his bottom lip, looking lost in deep thought, and it just might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Then he shakes his head, as if clearing his thoughts, and slams the back of the vehicle shut. “Keep tryin’, Lex . I’m sure you’ll figure it out eventually, or maybe you can just ask my brother since the two of you seem so close.”
    “We aren’t close.” Although, if I had my way, we’d be dirty texting each other already.
    “Really? That’s weird since I spent all last night listening to him talk about how much he likes you and how he really wants to ask you out, but he’s too worried you’ll say no.”
    “ Really ?”
    “Yep, right after we painted each other’s toenails and braided each other’s hair.”