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it’s practically a done deal.”
    “Oh, please,” Cassie said, pretending to scoff. “We aren’t eyelash batters. That’s so submissive. We needto march up there and demand that he kiss us. Girl power, K!”
    “My mistake,” Keagan said, giggling. “No eyelashes. I’ll just walk up there and when he asks if he can help me, I’ll say”—she struck a pose—“ you’re damn right you can. Kiss me, coffee boy. ”
    Cassie opened her mouth to reply, but Keagan’s eyes went wide, and the color drained away from her face.
    “What?” Cassie asked, worried. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost!”
    Keagan swallowed and then let her breath out in a rush.
    “Not a ghost,” she muttered, splotches of color appearing on her pale cheeks. “A ghost would be okay. It’s Zachary Malone. By the door.”
    Uh-oh, Cassie thought. Of all the eight zillion coffee shops in L.A., why did he have to pick this one?
    Cassie shifted around in her seat and had no trouble picking out Zachary from the crowd. It was like he’d swaggered into some television setup crafted to make Keagan as uncomfortable as possible. Rihanna belted out a song on the sound system while the last of the day’s sunshine spilled all around him in a reddish glow. He was, as expected, gorgeous. Sexy and dangerous-looking, with dark hair and one of those bodies you could tell was amazing even under a T-shirt and hipster jeans. Of course, it was also obvious that he knew he washotter than an Abercrombie model and loved it. Wentworth Miller and then some.
    And then he stepped to the side, pulling his Ray-Bans from his eyes, and revealed the girl standing next to him, clinging to his hand like she needed help to stand up straight. And she very well might have. She had fake boobs spilling out of her halter dress, big blond hair groomed to perfection, and looked way too much like Paris Hilton. Basically, she was every girl’s worst nightmare.
    “Yikes….” Cassie managed to say.
    “That’s Morgana,” Keagan said miserably. “Who’s actually named Morgana ?”
    “Maybe it’s a fake name to go with the rest of the fake body,” Cassie said. Keagan only shook her head. They watched Morgana flit across the store, drawing the near-panting gaze of every guy there, until she disappeared into the ladies’ room. “She’s ridiculous,” Cassie muttered.
    “Yes, she is,” Keagan replied.
    Zachary glanced over and saw Keagan sitting in her chair—frozen in position like a doe in headlights. Cassie could tell the exact moment that Zachary recognized his ex. His face changed from blasé to a smirk. He took a step toward Keagan.
    Oh no, Cassie thought. This is going to get ugly.
    The door to the coffeehouse was tossed open again,and Greta appeared in a swirl of traffic sounds with the sunset behind her, making her strawberry blond curls gleam. She was dressed to maim, in the tiniest black sundress Cassie had ever seen, with slouchy gray boots low on her legs. She strode inside the coffeehouse, smiled at Cassie, then frowned when her eyes fell on Keagan. She assessed the situation with a quick glance.
    “You have to be kidding me,” she said, before Zachary could say a word, her voice loud enough to reach even the screenwriters hunched over their laptops with white earbuds connecting them to their computers like life support. “Are you stalking me, again ?” she demanded, marching right over to Zachary. “How many times can I tell you it’s over?”
    Greta threw a look at Cassie, eyebrows raised. Cassie took the hint and jumped to her feet as Zachary sputtered something unintelligible. Cassie followed Greta’s lead.
    “He just showed up,” she said, even louder than Greta. She had everyone’s attention. “Do you want me to call someone?”
    “This is so lame,” Greta said, shaking her head sadly, as if she pitied this insanely hot loser. “Why can’t you stop following me around? I told you, I’m not getting back together with you, okay? It