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to my confusion.  “You were perfect.  He came back to the party last night and demanded I tell him what was going on between us.”
    “He did?  What did you say?”  I eagerly waited for his answer because I was wondering the exact same thing.  I knew he felt something when he kissed me.  It wasn't just for show.
    “ I told him nothing,” he replied quickly.
    “ Oh,” I said, dropping my head, and shifting my focus to the frayed edge of my sheet, mindlessly twisting the thread with my fingers to avoid looking at Nick, all the while wondering if I'd woken up in the Twilight Zone.  I was sure that what happened between us was real.  I decided to hide my stupidity from Nick.  That must have been what he whispered to me before we kissed.  I was so lovestruck that I let myself get caught off guard.  Nick moved up to the top of the bed, placed his arm around my shoulders, and pulled me back with him to lean against the headboard.  I let my head fall against Nick's shoulder knowing that I needed to get it together.  I'd agreed to help Nick.  I had to help him get the money.
    “ You know you're my favorite person, right?”
    “ I know,” I said, settling into him.  “This is going to be hard, Nick.  Tucker is in a completely different league than the guys I'm used to dealing with.”  He was so different. I was used to balding, overweight men, not exceedingly beautiful guys like Tucker.
    “ Wait.” My hands clenched his shirt as I sat up to look at him.  “He knows my real name.”  Never once had I used my real name during a job.  Not to mention, I always wore a wig and applied fake tattoos or glasses or piercings, anything to hide the real me.  “I can't do this.”
    “ You can do this.” Nick placed his hand on my cheek and pulled my face up so that my panicked stare melted into his brown eyes.  “It will be fine.”
    “ No.” I shook my head as the anxiety rose. “He knows who I am.  I've never used my real name. What if, when it's over, he turns me in?!”
    “ Lila,” Nick said calmly and brushed a piece of hair from my face, “you can do this.  We can do this.  It doesn't matter what name you use, or what disguise you're in.  You're good at this.  Do you remember how nervous you were on the first big job that we pulled?” 
    I thought back to when I was seventeen.  I remembered sitting in front of the mirror, for what seemed like hours, adjusting my brown wig and applying and reapplying enough makeup to make me appear at least twenty-one.  I was beyond scared.  Nick reassured me that the job would be simple. Even thought Nick had just turned eighteen, he convinced the manager at some hole-in-the-wall bar to let him DJ.  He'd been working a few months when he noticed Mitch Laswell.  The forty-something day trader was always dressed to the nines, always had a different girl on his arm, and always carried a big wad of cash.  Nick started asking around about him and he found out that Mr. Laswell like to bring his mistresses to the out of the way establishment.  We planned it out for weeks.  I'd catch Laswell's attention, convince him to go back to my hotel with me and, right before anything happened, Nick would storm in pretending to be my holy-rolling husband.
    “ I do,” I remembered.  “That job was way easier than I thought it was going to be.”  Laswell fell for my routine hook, line, and sinker. “The look on Laswell's face when you stormed in that door and started shouting Bible verses at him was priceless.”  Nick played the part of tormented husband so well.  He even dropped to his knees and started to pray for our sins at one point and insisted that he take Laswell to his wife to confess and ask for forgiveness. The guy was so flustered at the idea of admitting his transgressions to his wife that by the end of Nick's rant, Laswell opened his wallet and pledged every dollar in it to the church as penance for his sins –  $3,348 to be exact.  I didn't