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to Landon so he could shred it like a pair of Rich and
     Skinny distressed boyfriend jeans.
    Just then, the brassy blonde to Landon’s right squealed at the screen, flirt-burying her orange face in Landon’s shoulder.
     “Maybe those girls are, like, Landon’s sisters,” Kristen whispered hopefully. The trail mix on her breath smelled like pity.
    As if sensing Massie’s despair, Bean sat up suddenly. Her nose sniffed the air and her eyes zeroed in on the window. She leapt
     out of the candy bowl, hurtling toward Massie. A second later, she careened into the glass-paned door with a thud.
    “Beeeeaaaan!” Massie wailed, pressing her fingers against the tiny snot smudge on the window. Bean staggered backward, shaking
     her head from side to side. The PC dropped to the ground behind Massie and dragged Layne down with them. On the lawn, the
     boys snickered.
    Startled, Landon looked up from the movie and squinted directly at Massie. Rushing over to the window, he picked up Bean and
     cradled her in his arms, Bark speed-circling his caramel Puma Black Labels.
    Massie?
Landon mouthed silently from the other side of the glass.
    As casually as possible, Massie leaned against the window and flicked her flat-ironed locks over one shoulder, as if to say,
Oh, heyyyyy. I was totally just in the neighborhood. Weird running into each other like this, right? Love the sneakers, by
     the way. Oh, and if you let those girls touch my puppy, I’ll show you a real-life
Psycho.
    Landon motioned for Massie to go around to the front door. Then his eyes slid down to the ground, where Dylan, Alicia, Kristen,
     and Layne were still crouched at Massie’s feet.
    “Thinkheseesus?” Dylan muttered.
    “Thedoorisglass,” Claire murmured back.
    “Ehmagawd, would you guys get up?” Massie snapped, stomping through the prickly bushes. The holly leaves dug into her jumpsuit,
     as if trying to hold her back. She ignored them, hurrying along the edge of the lawn to the front door. The rest of the PC,
     Layne, and the boys fell in behind her.
    When she reached the front of the house, Landon was standing underneath a flickering porch light in the doorway, still cradling
     Bean. The puppy practically flew from Landon’s arms into Massie’s the second she saw her.
    “Hua hua huarrgh,”
Layne shrieked, glaring down at Bark Obama, who was humping her feather-covered leg.
    “He’s a major
Star Wars
fan,” Landon laughed, the skin around his bluish-green eyes crinkling in the most irresistible way. When he focused them
     on Massie, she dropped Bean to the brick steps and leaned against the doorframe. It was partly to look sexy but mainly to
     keep herself upright.
    Massie snuck a peek at Landon’s eyes. Even in the dark, they seemed to change color every few seconds. Now they looked exactly
     the same color as the ocean water in St. Barts. Instantly, the anger she’d felt toward Landon for ditching her on Halloween
     evaporated like cheap lip gloss.
    “Wanna come in? We’re just watching a movie.” Landon looked quizzically over Massie’s shoulder at her entourage, lifting his
     hand in a wave.
    “Sure!” Massie grinned. Immediately, she cursed herself for not acting like she might have had something better to do. Behind
     her, the Pretty Committee exchanged glances. Why was it that one look at Landon made her forget how to act alpha?
    “Awesome.” Landon led the group through the dark foyer and into the sunroom, where the girls, Miles, Ace, and Scott were still
     glued to the movie. The tiny room smelled like cheap vanilla body spray, sugar, and warm puppy. Massie’s eyes slid from the
     worn sisal rug to the pilled Aztec-patterned throw draped over the back of the worn leather sofa. A decorative clay urn held
     the door open. Had Landon seriously turned down a night of trick-or-treating with the PC to hang in a room decorated in early
     American tacky?
    “You guys remember Massie. And her friends,” Landon announced.
    Scott lifted his