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I study my brother's groomsmen from a distance as I approach. It's mostly football players in suits. “There she is,” Josh says, looking over the shoulder of the guy he’s talking to. “My sister, the maid of honor." He takes a step toward me to introduce me to the groomsmen. The guy he's chatting up turns around as Josh passes by on his way toward me. My eyes flick from my brother to the guy in the suit. No. My eyes widen. My heart stops. It can’t be. My stomach twists. It’s just not possible. My knees nearly give out on me. “Ellie, this is my best man, Luke Dalton,” Josh says. Oh no. “Oh, and, by the way, he’s the one who lives across the street from Nicki and me. He can’t wait to have my little sister as his houseguest.” I swear to God, I’m the physical embodiment of the facepalm emoji. You have got to be freaking kidding me. “Honey, you look pale. Do you feel all right?” my mom asks, walking over and pinching my cheeks to give me some color like she’s done ever since I was a little girl. Uh, no, Mother, I actually don’t feel all right. The guy who had me up against a window last night and was supposed to disappear without a trace is apparently not just my brother’s best friend, but also in some crazy twist of fate...he’s my new roommate. Keep reading here: geni.us/VegasAces1