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how much effort it’s going to take to burn it all off.  
    Of course Noah has none of these concerns as he heads to the counter to order another serving. I don’t know if stopping at Screaming Scoops on they way home was a good idea or not. Their claim to fame is 99 flavors, and I’m certain that Noah intends to try every one. I’m going to have to put the hammer down at some point, but for right now, we’re all happy, and Noah has a smile on his face. And that’s something I haven’t seen a lot of.  
    It’s still raining when we hit the highway, and we plow through the evergreens, winding our way up the mountain to uncle Jake’s. “Could you keep it at a reasonable speed?” I mumble.
    “Sure,” Jen says, mashing her foot to the floor. We zip even faster. I’m pale as a ghost by the time we hit the cliffside curves where I crashed. Again, my foot stomps for the nonexistent brake pedal. “You realize this is where, I… uh…”
    “I know, is it weird?” Jen says.
    “It would be less weird if you slowed down.”
    “Oh, sorry.”
    Jen backs off the gas a little, but not nearly as much as I’d like. Noah seems to be thoroughly enjoying the ride. I don’t know if he likes the speed, or if he just gets a kick out of watching me squirm. The kid is fearless.
    When we reach Jake’s place I need a crowbar to pry my fingers from the hand grip, and I feel like I’ve been completely drained of blood. I’m cold and clammy, and if I never have to drive down that road again, I’d be ok with it.  
    Jake is sprawled out on the couch watching TV. Empty beer cans stand at attention on the coffee table, like soldiers in the battle against sobriety.   “I was getting worried about you. Thought you had driven off another cliff,” Jake says.
    I huff and roll my eyes.  
    “No worries, uncle Jake. I was driving. I don’t do cliffs,” Jen says. “Come on, lets get you fixed up,” she says to me.
    “Fixed up?” I ask.
    “Well, you can’t go on a date looking like this.”
    “It’s not a date!”
    “Whatever,” she says, dragging me back to my room.
    Jen sits me down and breaks out her plethora of makeup products. I have to admit, the girl is talented. What she does is pure magic. It’s like she’s sprinkled me with ferry dust, or something. My skin glows, not a blemish in sight. I don’t know how she gets my hair to do what it just did. It never seems to do exactly what I want, but Jen has some mystical command over it. I think she needs to open a salon, or work for a fashion photographer. I look like the airbrushed pages of a magazine, but natural. Without a visible trace of makeup imperfections. The makeup isn’t caked on or powdery, no clumps in the mascara, and everything is blended perfectly.  
    I stare into the mirror, stunned. “How?”
    “Lots of practice,” she says. “And a good canvas to work on,” she grins and winks.  
    It’s nice to have magically talented friends.  
    “He is going to be smitten,” she says, admiring her work.
    “Ethan?” I ask.
    “No. Lucas. He already is, that’s obvious.”
    “Why are you encouraging this?”
    “Because he doesn’t have a sister that wants to pulverize you,” Jen says.
    “What is her deal? Why does she hate me?”
    “They are a close family. Maybe she sees you as a threat?” Jen says.
    “Close? How close? Like, weird close?”
    “No. Tight knit,” Jen fumbles for the perfect description. “Like a pack.”  
    Jen’s eyes narrow, and she stares deep into mine, as if she’s trying to see into my thoughts. The phrase, “like a pack,” reverberates in my mind.  
    “Just be careful,” she says. “Haven Hill isn’t the sleepy little town you remember.”
    “I’ve had my heart broken before,” I say, playing a little dumb. I'm trying to see if Jen will voluntarily elaborate on her admonition.  
    Jen chuckles. “Heartbreak is the least of your worries.”
    “What do you know about these animal attacks ?”  
    “I know