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resonated through the house, rattling the windows. Soon after, a bolt of lightning flashed and I knew by timing that the storm had just arrived.
    From the sounds of it, Ezra was not going to like what it would do to her vegetable garden.
    “It seems we’ll need an umbrella today,” Eran reflected.
    I was overjoyed to hear his voice but it surprised me that it didn’t come from the direction of the door.
    I sat up in bed and found him slumped in the wingback chair in the corner of my room. His eyes were swollen and bloodshot and his clothes were disheveled.
    “How long have you been there?”
    “All night,” he replied nonchalantly.
    I gawked at him.
    “I did keep the door open,” he informed me.
    I rolled my eyes. “That’s not really what I’m thinking about…Why didn’t you lay down with me?”
    “That may have allowed for a more restful night but I’m not sure it would have been a good idea.”
    My shoulders slumped. “But why?”
    He drew in a breath and pushed himself up from the chair with a groan. “Because…I’m not sure I could have contained myself,” he admitted. Without allowing me to respond, he added, “See you downstairs in thirty.”
    I felt a smile stretch across my face. The moment Eran left my room my feet hit the floor running. I showered, dressed, and slipped on my biker boots in record time.
    Downstairs I found Ezra and Rufus reading the newspaper, the kitchen smelling of freshly brewed coffee. Felix was at the stove concocting asparagus waffles and herbed syrup.
    “Good morning,” I said loud enough to be heard over the rain.
    After a muttering of greetings they each returned to what they’d been doing. Judging by the amount of energy in the room, it seemed that no one had gotten a good night’s rest.
    I took a mug and poured coffee to the rim, then refilled everyone else’s cup in exchange for thankful expressions from each.
    Within a few minutes, Felix’s mystifying waffles and syrup were placed on the table. Rufus clearly was not cooking his regular eggs and breakfast meat today and, given my inability to even boil water, I didn’t have much choice but to pull a few waffles on to my plate.
    Felix gleamed proudly at me.
    After a few bites and hefty swallows of straight, rich coffee, they didn’t seem so bad. I was chewing without face contortion by the time Eran entered the kitchen.
    He mumbled “good morning” and received the same response I had. Then he too poured himself a cup of coffee, although this one was into a jumbo mug.
    “No prerequisite meeting with the principal today?” Ezra inquired.
    Mr. Warden required all new students to meet with him prior to beginning classes. I’d gone through it myself and considered it an interesting little introduction in to his demented, narcissistic world that the rest of us would call school grounds.
    Eran swallowed and said, “It’s scheduled in a half an hour.”
    “Ah, that should be fun…” Ezra mused, knowing personally what Mr. Warden was like.
    Eran repressed a smile.
    Felix dangled his keys in front of Eran and nodded towards the window, a motion that said it was too dangerous to drive a motorcycle today.
    After a quick chuckle, Eran said, “Thanks. I was going to ask.”
    “We won’t need it. No chance of visitors in The Square today.”
    I grinned my thanks to Felix and finished my entire plate of waffles just for his sake. Then I picked up my book bag and we headed out of the kitchen towards the front door.
    Eran stopped at the opening to say, “By the way, I thought it would be appropriate if I were to start helping with the rent.”
    They each shook their heads but it was Ezra who spoke. “That is not necessary.”
    “I knew that would be your response but…I feel I should contribute. And…I have a little extra money.”
    Felix, who strayed from his usual behavior and broke the rules of social etiquette, cocked his head and asked, “Well, how much extra money?”
    “Four million dollars,” Eran