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Brandon had just gotten out of the shower when he heard the mad ringing of his doorbell. Whoever stood on his doorstep was pressing the button over and over again. He shrugged into the blue terry cloth robe he used to dry off, and headed for the front door. He was fairly certain he knew who was abusing his doorbell.
Just as he popped his glasses into place, he opened the door.
“Veronica,” he said.
Veronica Stetson—she’d been Veronica Rowley before—had been his best friend through much of his school years. They’d both been miserable geeks most of those years, clinging desperately to each other. They’d formed a clique of two.
She’d grown out of her awkward stage and now was a pretty little blonde with a husband and two little kids. Still his best friend though.
“Did you see it?” she demanded immediately, emphasizing what she meant by sticking the envelope from the reunion right in his face.