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Seduction and Secrets<br />
Spencer stood at the back of the Kahns’ smorgasbord line, eyeing the food spread. Some of this crap looked like cat vomit. And who in their right mind<br />
drank soured milk?<br />
Two hands grabbed her shoulders. “Surprise,” Zach Pennythistle said, waving an uncorked amber-colored bottle in her face. Inside was a greenish liquid<br />
that smelled like nail polish remover.<br />
Spencer raised an eyebrow. “What is that?”<br />
“Traditional Finnish schnapps.” He poured a few slugs into two foam cups from the stack on the table. “I snuck it from the bar cart when no one was<br />
looking.”<br />
“Bad boy!” Spencer shook her finger at him. “Are you always so deviant?”<br />
“It’s why I’m the black sheep of my family,” Zach teased, lowering his dark eyes at her, which made Spencer’s insides whirl.<br />
She was thrilled Zach had accepted her invitation to the smorgasbord party tonight. Ever since the dinner at The Goshen Inn on Sunday, she couldn’t stop<br />
thinking of their fun, flirty banter. Even after they’d sat down at the table with the rest of the family, they’d continued to shoot one another feisty looks and<br />
secret smiles.<br />
They drifted through the living room and set up camp on the Kahns’ stairs. The party was getting raucous, with a bunch of Rosewood Day kids Irish-jigging<br />
to the polka music in the Kahns’ enormous living room and some of the adults already slurring their words. “I usually don’t peg Harvard boys as the black<br />
sheep of their families,” Spencer said to Zach, picking up on their previous conversation.<br />
Zach sat back, frowning. “Where’d you hear I was going to Harvard?”<br />
Spencer blinked. “Your dad said so at dinner. Before I found you at the bar.”<br />
“Of course he did.” Zach took a long drink of his schnapps. “To tell you the truth, I’m not entirely sure Harvard and I are a match made in heaven. I have my<br />
eye on either Berkeley or Columbia. Not that he knows that, of course.”<br />
Spencer raised her glass. “Well, here’s to getting what you want.”<br />
Zach smiled. “I always get what I want,” he said meaningfully, which sent more tingles up her spine. Something was going to happen between them<br />
tonight. Spencer could just feel it.<br />
“Is that booze?” cried an outraged voice. Zach’s sister, Amelia, emerged from around the corner with a plate full of food.<br />
Spencer sighed and shut her eyes.<br />
Did Amelia even want to be here? A hideous scowl had settled over her features as soon as she’d stepped through the Kahns’ door. When Mrs. Kahn put<br />
on a traditional Finnish folk dance song, Amelia had actually winced and covered her ears.<br />
“Want some?” Zach pushed his cup toward Amelia. “It tastes like peppermint patties, your favorite!”<br />
Amelia moved away, making a face. “No thanks.” Her idea of party wear was a striped Brooks Brothers button-down tucked very tightly into a denim<br />
pencil skirt that fell to her knees. She looked exactly like Mrs. Ulster, Spencer’s substitute Calc II teacher.<br />
Amelia leaned against the banister and glowered at the Rosewood residents. “So are these people your friends?” She said friends like she might have<br />
said bedbug-infested mattresses.<br />
Spencer surveyed the crowd. Most of the Rosewood Day senior class had been invited, as well as a smattering of the Kahns’ society friends. “Well, they<br />
all go to my school.”<br />
Amelia made a dismissive uch. “They seem really lame. Especially the girls.”<br />
Spencer flinched. Other than Kelsey, she hadn’t hung out with St. Agnes girls in ages. But she had been to a couple of their parties back in middle school;<br />
each clique named themselves after a European princess or queen—there were the Queen Sofias of Spain, the Princess Olgas of Greece, and the<br />
Charlottes of Monaco, daughter of Princess Carolina. Hello, lameness?<br />
Zach drained the rest of his drink and set his cup on the stairs. “Oh, these girls look like they might have some dirty little secrets up their sleeves.”<br />
“How can you tell?” Spencer teased.<br />
“It’s all about watching people, noticing what they do. Like when I met you at the restaurant on Sunday—I knew you were in the bar area because you were<br />
escaping from someone. Taking a breather.”<br />
Spencer gave him a playful slap. “You’re such a liar.”<br />
Zach crossed his arms over his chest. “Wanna bet? There’s this game I sometimes play called She’s Not What She Seems. I bet I can suss out more<br />
secrets than you can.”<br />
Spencer flinched for a moment at the name of the game. For some reason, it reminded her of the postcard they’d received last night. Even though<br />
Spencer pretended it didn’t matter, flickers of anxiety threatened to ignite inside of her. Could someone know about Jamaica? A lot of people had been<br />
staying at the resort—Noel, Mike, that group of kids from California they’d gone surfing with, some party-crazy boys from England, and of course the staff<br />
—but Spencer and the others looked up and down the dark beach after everything had happened and hadn’t seen a soul. It was like they were the last<br />
people on earth. Unless . . .