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dries up?” 
    Suddenly, I felt a hard poke in my thigh. “Ouch! That hurts.”
    “Sorry.” Steve chuckled. “My elbow thought you were a shelf.”
    “Shhh!” Erica’s voice was low but stern. “You guys want us to get caught?”
    I stuck my ear against the wall, and listened to the silence in Rudy’s office. “I don’t hear a thing.”
    “They still aren’t in there yet.” I could hear the “duh” in Erica’s tone. “If they were then Matt would’ve joined us already. Remember?”
    The thought of being in the dark with Matt made my heart rate kick up a notch. Then, I remembered his lunch date, and wanted to kick myself for having that kind of reaction. Suddenly, something sharp dug into my hip.
    “Sorry,” Steve said. “My bad. Again.”
    “You’re a trainer, Steve.” I straightened from my crouched position, and shook off all thoughts of Matt and his new girl. “Shouldn’t you at least be able to hold yourself up without help?”
    “Shhh!” Erica scolded again. “You guys will never be invited back if you don’t shut up.”
    “Don’t tell me to shut up.” I glared toward Erica in the darkness. Not like she could see me, but I got some satisfaction out of narrowing my eyes in her general direction. Normally, I could deal with Erica’s bossy attitude, but the stress of the last twenty-four hours had been enough.
    Erica grabbed for my shoulder and put an arm around me. “You don’t want us to get caught, do you? How yumzy would that be?”
    “Yumzy was yesterday’s word,” Steve informed her with a sigh. “Keep up with the times, Conner.”
    “Well, excuse me.” Erica sounded indignant. “But in case you don’t remember, I was late this morning, thanks to Mario, and I didn’t hear the new word.”
    “So that’s where you were.” Steve’s tone sounded like he’d cracked an unsolved mystery. 
    “Congrats to Mario.” I cheered as quietly as I could. At least someone’s love life was doing well, since my own had taken a plunging nosedive, and all future prospects were now subject to The Boyfriend Bylaws. “What’s he like? Any chance he’s The One?”
    “Absolutely not.” Erica snorted. “On a scale of one to ten, I’d give him a seven. That’s a thanks for playing, but it won’t get him invited back.”
    “That’s harsh, Conner.” Steve paused. “Do all girls rate guys? Wait, never mind. I don’t want to know.”
    I sighed. Brad would’ve been a nine. Get rid of the yellow car, minty hair gel, and his opposition to commitment, then he’d upgrade to a ten, hands down.
    The closet door creaked open then and a dark figure with a fabulous physique stood in the hallway holding the handle with one hand. Oh, no. We’d been caught by a hot bod! I knew I should’ve waited, and gotten the information second-hand.
    “Why is it dark in here?” The lights flashed on, illuminating Matt, who slammed the door shut behind him.
    “Don’t slam the door.” Erica waved her arms too little too late.
    “Turn the switch back off.” I somehow managed to shriek quietly. Heat crept up my neck. Had I really thought of Matt as a hot bod? It must be nerves. This spying stuff was so not up my alley.
    “The lights can stay on.” Matt sauntered toward us. “It’s not like they have x-ray vision and can see through the wall.”
    “Good point.” Steve squatted on one knee, and pressed his ear against the wall. “Rudy’s not Clarko Kento .” 
    Matt bobbled his head and raised his brows. “Nice italian-o accent-o , Steve-o .”
    “Hush it.” Erica stomped her foot repeatedly. “Next time, you’re all banned from the closet. Apparently, I’m the only one who knows how to be stealthy.”
    “The suits in there yet?” Steve spoke in a low voice, then winked at Erica. “See how yumzy I can be?”
    She glared at him. “You said that was yesterday’s word. Not that anyone has bothered to clue me in on today’s word.”
    Matt jerked his thumb toward Rudy’s office. “To