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Chapter Six
Chapter Six ENRIQUE STOOD IN THE dining room for at least five minutes after Sarah had run from the room, playing the night over in his head. How could he have been so cruel to her? She had come to the party at his request. She had dressed up for his party– when she never dressed up. She had talked to and impressed his friends– not at all an easy task. He knew why he had been so mean to her; he was jealous. A shudder rippled through him in recognition of the truth. Jealous of the way Mateo had touched her throughout the night. Jealous of the attention Mateo was allowed to give her while he, Enrique, had to stand back and watch. Thinking back on what he’d witnessed after their supposed kiss, Sarah’s lips had not been swollen, there had not been a fuzzy look in her eyes, and her ha
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