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able to hang around the airport until their plane lands, but mine leaves for Germany earlier in the day. I tried to post-pone the trip, but I couldn’t.”
    “How long will you be gone this time, Dad?” Jordan asked half-heartedly. She’d been too pre-occupied with her own troubles to think much about her father’s upcoming business trip.
    “Until mid-December. I’ll be home for Christmas.”
    “You’ll have plenty of time with Beth and Ryan then,” his wife assured him. “I don’t care if they stay with us forever.”
    “Me either,” Jamey interjected. “Do you think Ryan will like my snake?”
    Jordan rolled her eyes. “All boys like snakes,” she said meanly. “After all, that’s what you’re made of—snakes and snails and puppy-dog tails.”
    “Well, it sure beats sugar and spice,” he countered.
    “Now you two stop bickering,” Mrs. Starling directed. “I want us to be thankful for each other.”
    “I’m thankful,” Jamey insisted. “I’m thankful there’s another boy moving into this house tomorrow.”
    Jordan stuck out her tongue. It was bad enough that Ryan was showing up on her doorstep, but what if he was as much of a pest as Jamey? What if she hated him?
    Her kid brother was a nuisance, but she didn’t realize how much of one until later that day when she entered her bedroom, lost in her thoughts. She heard snickering coming from under her covers. She flung back the comforter and found Jamey buried in the sheets with a flashlight and her diary. “You sneak!” Jordan exploded.
    Jamey tossed book aside and scrambled beneath the bed.
    Jordan dropped to all fours and attempted to grab hold of him. “How dare you read my personal diary! You know the rules.” The family rules had always been very firm. Private property was off-limits. No one could borrow without permission or snoop in another’s things.
    Jamey scooted away from her. “It was an accident,” he whined.
    “An accident! You were deliberately reading my diary.”
    “Well, you shouldn’t have left it open on your bed . . .”
    “That’s no excuse. Come out here right now.”
    “Only if you promise not to hit me.”
    “Hit you? You’ll be lucky if I don’t
kill
you!”
    Jamey again scooted away from her grasp. “Let me out from under the bed and we’ll talk about it,” he bargained.
    Jordan knew it was impossible to grab him, so she stepped back. Jamey climbed out, but kept the bed between him and his sister. “We’re going downstairs right this minute and tell Mom what you’ve done. You know how she feels about sneaks.
    Jamey’s brown eyes had grown wide with fright. “If you tell on me, then I’ll tell on you.”
    Jordan paused, a prickling sensation shooting up her spine. “What do you mean?”
    “You’re the sneak,” Jamey accused. “I read what you said about Ryan to all your friends.”
    Jordan gasped.
    “I just read a few pages,” he added hastily. “I didn’t read the whole book. If you don’t tell on me, I won’t tell on you.”
    Jordan was trapped and she knew it. “You’re a real brat, Jamey Starling. But I may let you off this time,” she said grimly.
    A smile full of mischief lit up his face. “Then it’s settled. You don’t tell and I won’t tell.”
    She hated to give in to him, but she knew she had no choice. “Just get out of my room,” she ordered.
    Jamey sauntered toward the door and then paused. “Of course, I figure you’ve got more to lose than I do.”
    “What do you mean by that?”
    “I mean it may cost you something for me to keep my mouth shut.”
    Jordan studied him through narrowed eyes. “Don’t play games, Jamey.”
    “I’ve got kitchen clean-up this week and I want you to take it for me,” Jamey said.
    “No way!” she exploded. “That’s blackmail!”
    “It’s negotiation,” he corrected. “I see them do it on TV all the time. You trade in an old car and bargain for the price of a new one. Then after you negotiate, you compromise,” he