Page 13 of My Twin Sister's Extremely Famous and Incredibly Hot Neighbor

“I need some art supplies. Would you be willing to drive me to the art store?”

He blinks for a second, like he can’t quite figure me out, but then smiles. “Just tell me what you need, and I’ll have my driver pick it up.”

Heat once again rises to my cheeks. Duh. Rich and famous people don’t go shopping. I should have known he’d have people for that. Jera probably has people for that, too.

I look down at my shoes, uncomfortable with sending someone else to pick out my paintbrushes. I’m quite particular when it comes to that. “I kind of want to pick out my own supplies,” I admit to him.

“Oh.” Dustin shifts. Again, he studies me, and I’m sure he’s going to blurt out that I’m not Jera, and he can tell because I’m totally not acting at all like her. But instead, he simply smiles again. “That’s fine, then. I’ll take you. Does tomorrow morning work?”

“Yes! Thank you. I really appreciate it.” I know I’m gushing, so I shut up.

“No problem. Come over when you want to go. I’m free all morning.”

I practically float back to Jera’s house. I’m so relieved that everything is going to work out, and I had such an amazing time with Dustin. I’m sure he has no clue, but he’s my knight in shining armor.

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I heara noise downstairs and can’t quite place it in the fog of my sleep. It sounds like heavy machinery. Or an engine of some kind. I roll over and realize it’s a vacuum. Jera must not have canceled her cleaning staff.

I moan and put a pillow over my head. Jera’s a morning person. I’m sure she doesn’t mind waking up at the crack of dawn. I wait another ten minutes before deciding I’m not going to catch any more sleep with that noise, and I get out of Jera’s bed. Squint lifts his head and watches me go into Jera’s bathroom.

Thirty minutes later I’m showered and feeling more like a human being. I open the window to let out some steam, and I smile when I see Dustin in his backyard. He’s at his grill, and I stick my head out of the window. “Hey,” I call.

Dustin grins at me. “Didn’t you learn your lesson?”

“I promise not to get stuck this time.”

He laughs. “You’d better not. I think I bruised my coccyx yesterday.”

I bite my lips together to keep from giggling. He’s flirting with me again. A smell wafts up from his grill and I salivate. “What are you making?”

“I’m smoking some brisket. Just checking on it.”

“It smells delicious.”

He raises one eyebrow. “Do you want to eat lunch with me?”

“Well, if you insist. I’ll eat your food any day.”

“Come over when you’re ready. We’ll go to the art store then I’ll make us lunch. The brisket should be done by then.”

“Deal.” I shut the window, my stomach already anticipating the heavenly meal. How did I get so lucky? Jera has an amazing neighbor and all she does is fight with him about a fence. She’s totally missing out.

I rush to get myself ready. With all the glitz and sparkle in Jera’s closet, it takes me a bit longer than normal to find something to wear. I’m just not a bedazzled kind of person, and she forbade me to wear any of my own clothes. I scoff. So I don’t wear designer clothes. Big deal. They don’t look dumpy or anything. But I finally find a simple pair of jeans and a cute shirt that fits nicely.

Jera left me strict instructions on doing my makeup, but all that is on my dead phone, so I sit down at her makeup counter and stare at all the products. Three different foundations? Does she use them all at once? I make a face at the mirror. Hopefully Jera doesn’t mind…I’m just doing things my way today. A little eyeliner and some blush. It’s the natural look.

I put on my sling carrier that I painted with a floral design and put Squint in it. I love this carrier when I go shopping, because it looks like a purse with a cute little dog peeking out of it. Squint and I head over to Dustin’s house.

The gate is open when I get there, and Dustin waits in the driveway as I approach. He stands next to a sporty looking convertible that probably costs more than the state of Colorado. It’s electric blue and goes well with his fancy house. “Hey,” he says.

“Nice car.”

Dustin’s gaze travels over my bag. “That’s such a unique carrier. Where did you get it?”

I blush as I pet Squint. “I painted it. I wanted something pretty to carry him in.”

“Wow. I had no idea you can paint like that.” He opens the car door for me.

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