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the front door and Kandace sauntered in, trailed by two of her friends.
    “Why aren’t you in bed, twerp?” she asked.
    “Get a life, it’s only 6:30 . You’re thirty years old, can’t you tell time?” I answered back, glaring at her. “Why did you bring people over when Jace said not to?”
    Kandace threw her stuff on the table on top of my homework and paused to light a cigarette. Of all the nerve! Everyone, including God Himself, knew that Jace enforced a strict no-smoking policy on his property.
    “You are unbelievable! I’m telling Jace that you’re smoking!” I snarled.
    She shrugged, blowing smoke in my face. “Try it and I’ll tell him I caught you smoking out on the deck. He’d believe me over some delinquent any day and you know it,” she laughed, giving a cigarette to one of her friends who plopped on the Royal Lounge.
    “Go for it, loser. He knows I don’t smoke, plus I have proof. See those? Smile! You’re on candid camera,” I gestured to the security cameras scanning the room.
    “You little bitch. You’re a waste of time anyway.” Kandace paused and beckoned to her friends, “Let’s get out of here. Lemme grab some booze first.”
    “Jace doesn’t drink either, so get lost,” I growled, holding the door for them to leave. I locked the door behind her and returned to my dilemma, which had now grown in size. Not only had one of her friends burned a hole in the Royal Lounge with the cigarette, but I realized that Kandace must have taken my assignments with the rest of her stuff.
    I left a message for her from my cell phone, informing her that she needed to return the papers immediately. I also debated calling Mark before deciding I was fully capable of handling the problem without his involvement. Jace’s call later that evening was brief and punctuated with statements that he loved me and would call in the morning when he could talk longer. With nothing else to do, I watched TV for a while and then went to bed.
    Kandace presented herself about noon the following day and denied any knowledge regarding my assignments. Unable to get into Jace’s theater, she left after grabbing some food from the fridge, making sure to slam the front door behind her.
    The remainder of the week was emotionally uncomfortable as I struggled with this growing sense of guilt. I should have come forward with the truth regarding the situation about my assignments, knowing instinctively that the boys would have understood. But something inside of me, mistrust or perhaps pride, refused to cooperate. I received each daily call from Jace with dread, waiting anxiously for the confrontation, and hanging up with a promise to myself to come clean the very next time we spoke.
    Time ticked by slowly as a feeling of loneliness overcame me, leaving me even more miserable than the guilt. It was inconceivable how much I had changed in such a short amount of time. I used to loved being alone! I even slept in Jace’s big bed to feel like he was close by to me. This need I was developing for him was overpowering at times and I hated it. Nothing I could do would make it disappear, and my growing fantasies about life with him compounded my desire for him. Sorrow also gripped me, believing that my feelings could never possibly be reciprocated.
    The puppies started barking late Friday afternoon and promptly attacked Jace and Mark as they exited the tour bus. It was finally my turn for greetings and Jace hugged me in an embrace that nearly pushed the breath out of me. “I missed you, you little brat. I have actually gotten used to your antics and life is so boring without them,” he went on.
    Yeah, we’ll see about that .
    “Hi Kidlet, I missed you too. Hey, I’m so sorry about the email fiasco,” Mark said, tugging my ponytail affectionately.
    Fiasco? Hmmm, maybe someone up there was looking out for me after all…. “What exactly happened?” I asked carefully.
    Mark explained that his account had been hacked into,