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“Omigod,” Amy breathed out, her eyes wide and her arms flung out for a hug. Sammi floated into her embrace like in a dream. Caressing her hair lightly, Amy murmured near her ear, “It’s so nice to meet you.” Pulling away, she held Sammi at arm’s length, her mind seemingly ticking away as she scanned her body. Glancing up at her brother, she scolded, “You didn’t mention how beautiful she is.”
Stanton leaned back against the back of a loveseat, ankles crossed and arms folded over his chest. “It’s to be assumed,” he drawled. “If you don’t yet know how sophisticated my taste is, then there’s really nothing to say.”
Amy rolled her eyes before returning to Sammi. “You’ve got your work cut out for you with this one.” She thrust her thumb in his direction. “Are you sure you’re up for it? Neve
