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Over her shoulder he spotted Catfish Creek's own Ms Gossip watching Karly Stocker, reunion organizer and all-around ruer, was not soet ahold of whatever lurked under the surface of her bad girl defenses Too bad fate had other plans Karly was click clacking her way across the hot asphalt parking lot in heels and full-on big Texas hair

"We've got co assault

Leah glanced out the"Oh God That's Karly, isn't it?"

"Yep" The one The only The per

She whipped back around "Can we just drive away?"

He understood the feeling, but Karly was closing fast "Too late"

They got out of the truck and Drew hustled around to the passenger's side, getting there at the same time as Karly

"Well," Karly said with a smarmy fake smile "If it isn't Leah Camacho as I live and breathe, and with Drew Jackson no less" She gave Leah an innuendo-heavy wink as if they were old friends "Don't tell me that it's finally happened"

Crap What had he missed now? "It?"

Karly laughed, an ear-piercing sound that just s "Everyone knows Leah here has been in love with you since she was knee-high to a jackalope"

Next to hiher and her don't-give-a-fuck mask slammed down into place Everyone had known? Maybe everyone but hi anything other than the girl in black who used to hang out with his sister

"Tella manilla envelope with L Camacho scrawled across the top of it close to her chest "Are you two together?"

"Nope," Leah said, a big, shit-eating grin on her face "We're just fucking,"

Drew groaned Karly's eyes ide Leah turned and looked up at hiainst the side of his truck Karly let out a little hiss of a squeak Oh hell That was going to be all over town before dinner

Turning back to Karly, Leah asked, "Is that my welcome packet?"