"And since when do you care what everybody else thinks?" I looked at him, bewildered. I wanted to say, "Since I learned I was a nobody and not good enough for you," but he started in again.

"From way back in grade school, I remember you as the one who rolled your eyes at what everyone else did and then went off to do your own thing. When Jill Anderson called E.T. Fitz 'Elmer Fudd' you were the one that gave her a black eye and became his personal defender. You were the one who showed up in a bright green dress on 'All Red' spirit day." I grinned. "That was good, wasn't it?" Luke smiled too. "I'll never forget the look on Principal Eggrow's face when he saw you strolling down the hall dressed like an undecorated Christmas tree." I beamed up at him. We were standing so close, I had this powerful urge to wrap my arms around his neck and hug him for making me feel better. And I was about to do just that. I could feel myself drawing closer when I realized what I was doing. I jumped back, coughed into my hand and started for the refrigerator

"OK, you're right." I looked up and caught the gleam of triumph in his eyes. "This time, anyway," I added before dropping my gaze. "And I'm sorry I overreacted about the money issue."

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can't help who my parents are, anymore than you can control who yours are."

"I know," I said, and bent my head even more. "I'm sorry." Sheesh, he had this terrific ability to make me feel like a jerk.

"All right, then. I'm glad we got that straight." But I couldn't raise my head. Everything I'd said to him was suddenly replaying in my head.

"Hey," he said softly, and bumped my arm with his shoulder. I looked up. "Don't worry about it anymore, all right?"

I nodded but I couldn't speak. I still couldn't believe how rude I'd been. Sure, I was honest but that didn't mean I had to intentionally say something to hurt another person. Well, unless it was Marty. And this guy was by no means my brother.

"What've you got to eat in here, anyway?" he said. I'd moved to the fridge but hadn't gotten around to opening it. So he seized the initiative for me. It took me a second to realize he was trying to smooth us out of an awkward moment. But when I did, I fell for him even harder. And I completely forgot about why I'd been so angry with him in the first place.

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And that's when I saw the note lying on the counter next to a bowl of fruit. It was from my mother, telling me she'd gone to Paulbrook to buy a birthday present for Aunt Kay. That meant I was alone in the house with Luke. Suddenly jittery in the stomach, I reached for the fruit bowl on the counter, knowing I needed to keep my nervous fingers busy or they'd shake right off my hands. I pulled out a banana, peeled it, and took a bite just as Luke stood up empty-handed. When he saw my food of choice, he gave me an odd look.

"No wonder you're so skinny."

I shrugged and looked at my banana. "What?"

"Carrie, Carrie, Carrie," he said on a disapproving sigh.

"This is the prime time of the day for a person to splurge on junk food." He spoke seriously, as if it was a sacred belief, and I had to giggle. But he didn't catch the humor.

"Think about it," he said. "Adults stuff that nutritious garbage down us three times a day. Right after the bell rings and we've gained our freedom, we need a little brain food to recoup." He stopped lecturing then and just shook his head like I was hopeless. I took another bite and he grabbed the banana from me.

"Hey. I'm not done with that."

"Yes, you are." He found a trashcan and threw my snack away.

When he returned, I set my hands on my hips. "What do you think you're doing?"

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"Here." He grabbed my shoulders and ushered me to a chair, pushing me into it. "Sit. I see you need a lesson. So I'm going to demonstrate how to make a true after-school snack." I was stunned. Before my very eyes, Luke Carter turned into some kind of Betty Crocker, opening cabinets and pulling down boxes and jars.

"Make yourself at home," I said dryly. But then I became too fascinated with watching him to comment further. I had no idea what he was making but the ingredients were vanilla wafers, creamy peanut butter, and chocolate syrup. When he pulled open the freezer door and hauled out a tub of vanilla ice cream, I wrinkled my nose. What was he doing? Luke found a bowl in one of the cabinets and started to create his masterpiece. First, he piled on three huge scoops of ice cream and then he spread the peanut butter over it like frosting. He lined the top with vanilla wafers and then he artistically applied the syrup. When he was done he stepped back, grinning.

"Now this is an after-school snack." I gaped at the formation he'd built. "You're not actually going to eat that, are you?"

He flashed his dimples. "Nope. You are. I'm going to make my own."

I surged to my feet. "No way." I couldn't eat that much in a whole day.

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He pulled open one drawer and found it full of wine bottles. He slipped one out and cradled it in his hands while he read the label. Then he glanced over toward me and wiggled his eyebrows. When I shook my head, he called me a party pooper and put it back, only to pull open the next drawer.

"Don't you people use silverware around here?"

"Not at all," I answered, rolling my eyes and sweeping open a drawer near me. "We eat with our bare hands like the uncouth savages we Paxtons are." Luke spun around to glare at me but when he saw I'd opened the drawer he was looking for, he marched over and yanked out a spoon. He held it two inches in front of my face and nodded toward the bowl. "Eat." I stuck my tongue out at him. It was immature but it had his face going purple and his jaw clenching. Then his shoulders dropped. He sighed. "Come on, Carrie. I made it just for you. You could at least try it." I glanced at the melting mass of ice cream and other assorted goods. Food heaped in a mound three inches higher than the rim. I winced. "Make me a smaller version and I might."

His face instantly brightened. "One smaller version coming up."

He hummed while he whipped up another bowl, one that was significantly smaller but still looked like too much. When he set it in front of me, I made a face.

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I glared up at him. "I said I might," I reminded him. But then I saw the hint of a wounded expression and melted. "I want to see you take a bite of yours first." His injured look flashed back into a smile. "Oh ye of little faith," he said, and to prove his snack worthy, he picked up his bowl. I watched him shovel in a large bite and almost gagged. But the abundant volume he consumed didn't seem to bother Luke. He moaned and made sounds of pleasure.