This makes Reagan look between us and when her brown eyes land on me, they narrow as she studies me. “Same eyes and smile as who?”

“Ginny is Adam’s sister.”

“Adam Scott?” she asks, eyes widening through thick, black lashes.

Man, it really pains me that even someone as beautiful as Reagan has this reaction about my brother. At least my high school friends hid their fascination with him better.

“That’s the one.” My phone buzzes in my front pocket and I pull it out. “That’s him, checking in. He’s a total pain in the ass.” I type back a response letting him know I’m next door.

“Everyone ready?” Dakota asks.

Reagan and I nod.

Dakota leads the way. “Let’s do this.”

Hanging out with Dakota and Reagan is fun. They know everyone, and after the initial shock of finding out I was Adam’s little sister, they haven’t made me feel like the other Scott.

Speaking of the popular Scott, when I finally spot him, he’s in the corner with his arm wrapped around a girl I haven’t met. He leans down and whispers in her ear and she giggles and tips her mouth up to let him kiss her. Gross. Seeing my brother in action—really not cool.

“What do women see in him?” I huff. “I mean, honestly?” I turn to Reagan and Dakota.

“Dude, your brother’s hot.” Dakota shrugs. “Sorry.”

I scrunch up my face and walk toward him. He comes up for air when I clear my throat.

“Ginny.” He pulls the girl tighter to his side and then nods to Dakota and Reagan. “I see you two met my sister.”

“Yeah, she’s way cooler than you. What happened?” Dakota deadpans.

“Tough crowd.” Adam tilts his head to the girl still clinging to him. “Guys, this is Taryn.”

“Hey.” Her red lips pull up into a big smile. “Your brother’s told me so much about you.”

“Oh really?” I ask, surprised since he’s never mentioned her, but I smile because I’m not an asshole, and it isn’t her problem my brother jumps from girl to girl. “Well, it’s nice to meet you.” I give Reagan and Dakota a save me look, which they interpret quickly and make excuses for us.

“How does he already have a new girlfriend?”

Neither of them answers, not that I expected them to.

“It’s the hot thing,” Dakota says. “And the hockey thing.”

“We should hang out tomorrow,” Reagan offers.

“Are you coming to the pool party?” Dakota asks.

“What pool party?”

“Oh yeah, you should definitely come.” Reagan smiles. I freaking love her dimples. “It’s at The White House. It’s a big, back to school party they have every year. Everyone will be there.”

“I’m in.” And just like that, I’m pretty sure I’ve made two new friends here.

7

GINNY