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That means we’ll never talk about it. Out of sight, out of mind.

“Sure.” The words are barely out of my mouth before she’s gone, racing past people toward the Humanities buildings.

I blow out a breath, stretching out my legs, and pull my phone out of my pocket, checking the time.

Crap. A text from Mom.

Mom:Can you come to dinner tonight? I want to talk to you about something.

That’s weird. She’s never vague like that. Raising five boys, you have to be direct.

Me:What time?

Mom:Six.

I’ve got a little over two hours then.

Me:Is it serious?

She can’t leave me in suspense like this.

Mom:I’d rather talk about it in person.

Okay…

Guess I’m going home for dinner.

CHAPTERELEVEN

ETHAN

I pullup to Mom and Dad’s house, parking on the street since the driveway is full. I expected Jacob to be here because he’s still living at home, but Scott’s truck is here too.

An older model Mustang pulls up behind me, and I hold back a groan as my younger brother, Jordan, swaggers out, thinking he’s hot shit after buying his car last month.

“Still in that mom-mobile?” he asks, grinning from ear to ear.

I glance at my SUV. “It’s a RAV4. Not a minivan.”

He shrugs. “I’m just fucking with you.”

Yeah, hilarious. I’m not this annoying to Lexie, am I?

“Mom didn’t say you’d be here,” I comment, walking up the driveway.

“What? You wouldn’t have come if you knew?”

I reach for him, putting him in a headlock, and noogie the top of his head. “Obviously, dipshit.”

He wriggles out of my hold, straightening his hair. “You said you’d have lunch with me at school this week. You haven’t even texted.”

“I’ve been busy.” I try the front door handle, finding it open, and let myself in. Damn, it smells good in here. “And I said Imighteat with you. I can’t be seen too much with a freshman.” Jordan’s best handled in small doses. Our relationship improved tenfold when I moved out two years ago.

I clap Jacob on the back as I pass him in the hallway leading to the kitchen, and find Mom bustling about, directing Scott on what should go in the salad.

I walk up to her, giving her a brief hug. “What did you want to talk about?”

Her gaze flicks to Jordan, who walked in behind me. “Let’s do it later.”

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