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practice, the distinct pool smell stubbornly clung to her hair.
Isaac stepped aside, and Emily walked into the house. The living room smelled like apple and peach
potpourri.
There was the picture on the mantel of Isaac, his mom, and Minnie Mouse at Disney World. The floral
couch was covered with lacy pillows Mrs. Colbert had embroidered, bearing messages like Hugging Is
Healthy and Prayer Changes Everything.
Isaac pulled at one of the sleeves of Emily’s coat, then the other. When he turned to open the closet
door,
she heard a creak coming from the mudroom. Emily froze, her eyes round. Isaac turned to her and
touched
her hand. “Why so jumpy? The press isn’t here, I promise.”
Emily licked her lips. The press had been hounding her and her friends constantly, and earlier that day,
she’d heard the latest: that the Thomas family had received an e-mail from Ian, and that Emily and the
others
had made up seeing Ian’s body in the woods. That obviously wasn’t true—but what was? Where had Ian
gone? Was he really alive…or did someone just want them to think he was?
More than that, Emily couldn’t stop thinking about the Jason DiLaurentis incident on Sunday night. She
had no idea what she would’ve done if Isaac hadn’t been with her. Every time she considered the
possibility
of facing Jason alone, she shuddered with fear.
“Sorry,” she said to Isaac, trying to snap out of her mood. “I’m okay.”
“Good,” Isaac said. He took her hand. “Since we have the place to ourselves, I thought I’d show you my
bedroom.”
“Are you sure?” Emily glanced at the photo of Isaac, his mom, and Minnie Mouse again. Mrs. Colbert
had a
policy that Isaac wasn’t allowed to bring any girls into his room—ever.
“Sure I’m sure,” Isaac answered. “My mom will never know.”
Emily smiled. She had been curious about his bedroom. Isaac squeezed her hand and led her up the
stairs.