“Hi," Amy said coolly as she held out her hand.

“I'm Eric's girlfriend."

Amber shook it and evaluated the other girl. Both blonde, both

Slightly-built except for sizeable chests. Same height, similar figures, similar facial structures. "Well, I have to admit he has excellent taste in women," Amber complimented.

Amy made a neutral ‘hmph' noise and then slipped her arm around Eric's waist. That finally broke his reverie and he looked back at his girlfriend. "Nice to meet you both," Amy started abruptly. "Come on,

Eric. The movie's going to start soon."

The two of them said goodbye and then turned away. I was shaking my head in wonder at what a small world this was and Looked back to my girlfriend. Amber was actually staring after them.

“You remember him?"

Amber smiled and then turned to me. "Yeah, I do actually. He used to follow me around Like a puppy dog when we were in high school. Nothing obvious, he never came up and even talked to me. But he was always hanging around and I saw him staring at me more than once. Never knew he was E-Beth's Little brother. He's grown up quite a bit."

She Looked over at the departing couple again.

“Guess he found his own version of me."

“Good for him," I said emphatically and wrapped her into my arms.

“Because the original is absolutely incredible."

The hell? My eyelids were painted shut, but with great effort I managed to pop one of them open.

Now free, my eyeball swiveled over to the clock. It was one in the morning. Who the hell was calling me this late? Didn't they know I had work tomorrow? I mean, I enjoyed having a cell phone now. It kept me connected and meeting up with people was S000 much easier when you had cell phones. But before I had the damn thing, I could actually SLEEP all night.

Fine. I got both eyes open, reached over and picked up the handset. The caller ID showed "Danielle". I was going to kill her.

“What ?!"

“Hey, squirt. Did I wake you?"

“Yes," I growled.

“Sorry. I won't take long." She sounded honestly apologetic and I recognized that something wasn't quite right. More than twenty years together will do that to a sibling.

“What's wrong, Dani?"

“Nothing, nothing," she said quickly.

“Dani..." I drawled.

“Really, nothing's WRONG per se. I don't want to talk about it over the phone. But are you free this weekend?”

"Uh, well, it's the last weekend before I go back to school. I'm sure