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Haven’t you noticed the way he ogles me at Steam every morning?”
Kate ran her fingers through her chestnut hair. “I’m at Steam every morning, too, Han. It’s hard to know
who he’s looking at.”
“It’s true,” Naomi interjected, brushing some wisps of her growing-out severe blond haircut. “Mike looks
at
all of us.”
“Yeah,” Riley said.
Hanna pressed her French-manicured nails into her thigh. What the hell was going on here? Why were
those two so solidly on Team Kate? Hanna was the queen bee.
“We’ll just have to see about that,” Hanna said, puffing up her chest. Kate cocked her head, as if to say,
Oh
yeah?
Then Kate rose. “You know, girls, I suddenly got a major craving for some red wine. Wanna swing by Rive
Gauche?”
Naomi and Riley’s eyes lit up. “Totally,” they both said in unison, and stood up too.
Hanna let out an indignant squeak, and everyone stopped. Kate stuck out her lip in a faux -concerned
pout.
“Oh, Han! Are you really…upset about Lucas? I seriously thought you didn’t care.”
“No,” Hanna snapped, her voice irritatingly shaky. “I don’t care about him. I…I just don’t want to go
somewhere
with rats.”
“Don’t worry,” Kate said gently. “I won’t tell your dad if you don’t want to come along.”
She slung her Michael Kors bag over her shoulder. Naomi and Riley looked back and forth from Hanna to
Kate, trying to decide what to do. Finally, Naomi shrugged, fiddling with her blond hair. “Red wine does
sound really good.” She glanced at Hanna. “Sorry.” And Riley followed behind saying nothing. Traitors,
Hanna thought.