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She jerked the door open, breathless, excited, hopeful

And found Whitney standing there instead

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Paige’s blood roared in her ears like the engines of Evan’s jet

"Aren’t you going to invite e couldn’t reply Couldn’t get her lips or her voice to work Not when all her joy in the weekend, in the perfect beach date today, in every beautifula nasty, brutal death beneath her sister’s gaze But though her tongue couldn’t s did what they always had before--stepped back to let Whitney in

Her sister wore an elegant black dress with gold triht, her broere perfectly arched, and her lipstick was an exact match to her red-tipped nails In her stiletto heels, she towered over Paige in her bare feet

Whitney was glae wasn’t Just like usual

And yet an insistent voice inside her head cried out that it was her body, her skin, and her heart that still sang from Evan’s kisses, his caresses Fro my calls since I returned fronored Whitney’s calls since that first glorious, wonderful kiss with Evan in Chicago before the wedding

The kiss froal one

"Where have you been?" Whitney drawled, looking pointedly at the small suitcase on the floor The one Evan had kicked on its side before he’d ripped Paige’s clothes off

Her purse lay beside the case, and her jacket was still on the floor where Evan had thrown it A bowl on the living roo across the carpet Her lips were swollen froe could only hope Whitney was too busy drilling her about why she hadn’t taken her calls to notice

She barely avoided putting a hand to her hair to straighten the locks Evan had run his fingers through "I just returned from a trip to see Susan and Bob"