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“I’m not sure. I haven’t mentioned it, and I don’t think it came up during my interview.” I raised a brow at Abby.

“Yeah, probably not.” She picked at a piece of invisible lint on her brown sweater. Her jeans were the same brand as mine, but my sweater was beige.

“Mom didn’t tell me you would be here.” The network mentioned Evan meeting my mom and Bob, but nothing about my sister.

“She called me yesterday asking if I knew anything about this show you’re doing. Andy put me on a plane right away.”

“Andy?” I frowned. “Weren’t you just gallivanting around Europe with a guy named Brad?”

“Yeah, we broke up. Andy and I met last week. He’s adorable. You’d like him.”

“Right.” Keeping up with Abby’s romantic life was like watching a serial soap opera. If I missed one episode, I ended up a month behind. “Are you staying for the meet and greet, or are you leaving?”

“Oh, I’m definitely staying.” Her grin was evil. “I can’t wait to meet yourprince.”

“His name is Evan, and he’s not my prince.”

“Dude, Paul’s going to have a field day with you two.” Brenda was still gaping at us. “Does Evan at least know about her?”

Abby perked up at that, interest darkening her eyes. She was getting ideas about the billionaire.Fantastic.

“He knows all about Abby.” I tried to insinuate what I meant by that, but it went over my smiling sister’s head.

“They are cleaning my bedroom,niña.” My mom walked in, hands on her round hips. “Do they intend to film up there? Because I see no reason for this. But they won’t stop.”

“Sorry, Mom.”This is all Abby’s fault. “They’re obsessed with staging.” Something crashed in the basement, making me cringe. That was the sacred entertainment area with the big television and speakers. My mom went sprinting to the stairs with Bob right behind her.

“Uh, I’ll go do damage control,” Brenda said, leaving Abby and me alone in the living area.

I folded my arms and glowered at my twin. “Feel free to apologize at any time.”

“Oh, screw that. I did you a favor getting you out of that crappy job and making you try something new. Live a little, Sis. It does the body good.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? I had to quit my job because of you. Oh, but wait, that’s right, you have no idea what that means or why it matters. Commitment is just a word you use when you want something from a man, right? You’re too busylivingto see how your actions impact others. I could lose my apartment, default on my student loans, and get blacklisted from future employers because of my involvement in a stupid dating show, but what’s all that for a little fun, huh?”

“God, you have the biggest stick up your ass, you know that? I thought a little romantic vacay with a hot man would cure you of it, but clearly not.”

“Did you forget about the other twenty-nine women on the show? Not the most romantic vacay, Abigail.”

She snorted. “Like they stand a chance against you. I know what you look like naked, Sis. Men love us.”

“Dear God, listen to yourself. You do realize men have brains outside of their dicks, right? He wants a wife, not just a lover.” A total lie, but I wasn’t going to tell her that.

“And it sounds like you’re one of the top three candidates. Congrats, Sis.”

I shook my head. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love me.”

Cocky brat. “Love and hate are closely related.” And right now I was leaning toward hate.

“Hey, if you find true love as a result of this show, you owe me big.”

“Okay, first, true love is not something you find in two months. And second, I’m more likely to have my heart broken here, in which case I owe you nothing.” Why did the thought of Evan being my true love make my heart skip a beat? I rubbed my chest in an attempt to relinquish the ache there. Love was an impossible notion between us. I liked him more than I should, and I enjoyed sharing a bed with him every night for the last two weeks, but it was a passing romance. I wouldn’t even know what love feels like, let alone feel it for him.

Keep telling yourself that, Sarah.

“Oh. My. God.” Abby set down her wine cooler and walked around the counter, gaze intent. “You already love him.”