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couldn’t tell.”
    Rebecca softened her tone. “I appreciate it. Everyone expected me to be nominated, so I don’t know what would have happened if I wasn’t. It’s probably good for the safety and well-being of whomever was in second that I did get the nomination.”
    â€œNobody was second.”
    She took that as the compliment it was meant to be but didn’t comment on it. “Well, would it shatter your fragile ego if I admit I’m not sure if I want to be sweetheart?”
    â€œMy manly ego can take it. Why?”
    â€œIt all seems so unnecessary,” Rebecca said. “And needlesslyformal, just because I need the prize to run for president or something—which I have yet to say I want to do. You know what they asked me to bake? Muffins. ”
    â€œWe like muffins.”
    â€œYou better like them heart-shaped, because that’s how Abby’s making them. Oops, was I supposed to give that away? That I’m not actually baking or sending you guys gifts? I think Casey is forging my signature on the cards. Does that disqualify me?”
    Evan grinned. “Do you want it to?”
    She retreated. “No. I couldn’t deal with the backlash. It’s hard enough dealing with the front-lash.”
    â€œWell, if it makes you feel any better, it’s not a big deal. I mean, it may be a big deal to your sisters, but it won’t be the day after you win—or, in some alternate universe, don’t win. The ceremony’s a week away, and it sounds like the rest of the house is taking care of all of your duties for you, so all you have to do is write a speech—which, again, it sounds like they will do for you. You show up in a great dress, look beautiful and have guys shower you with praise. Then you go home and bask in the glory. What could be bad?”
    â€œYou haven’t been to the house. I mean, since yesterday.”
    â€œAnd from the sound of it, if I go over there I’ll be pelted with heart-shaped gingerbread cookies and walk out with a basket of things you would buy at the Body Shop. I’ll send a pledge to do that. I hate gingerbread but I have recently gained a new appreciation for free stuff.” He finished his coffee. “What I’m saying is, you’ve ridden out far worse than a competition in your honor. I think you have what it takes.”
    â€œTo be sweetheart.”
    â€œAnd to survive the nomination, it sounds like. So chill.”He rose and kissed her on the cheek. “You’re Rebecca Logan. You can handle it.”
    When he said it, he sounded sure. Rebecca wasn’t certain she agreed.
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    Not to his surprise, Evan Chambers returned to the Omega Chi house to find the living room strewn with gifts—mostly baked goods—from the five nominees for sweetheart, or at least their respective houses. The girly offerings clashed with the male aesthetic of the living room—the oversized furniture, the emphasis on the television decorated with sports trophies and the masculine rug. Contrary to some of the other fraternities, the Omega Chis kept their house in tip-top shape, mostly due to the presence of pledges who could be ordered to do anything with a toothbrush, if need be, and the guy who kept the place up during the summer, paid by their dues.
    The house actives gathered in the living room while the pledges cleared away the gifts, leaving a temporary pile of red and pink wrapping paper near the garbage. Evan, still president despite his diminished status since the house found out he lost his trust fund, called the meeting to order. “Okay. The sweetheart ceremony is in six days and all of the nominees have been informed. I’ll open the floor for a discussion of candidates.”
    Grant, Calvin’s roommate, spoke first. “Natalie from Gamma Psi has a really shrill voice.” Her acceptance of the nomination had almost caused some ruptured eardrums. “I know