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down onto the bed and contemplating what we could do to help Ana. I didn’t know who the IRA was, but from the man’s display of aggression earlier, I assumed they weren’t the kind of people you wanted to end up in bed with. I ripped open the package and shoved a donut in my mouth as Joni woke and stretched lazily on the bed.
    “I’m never drinking Scotch again,” she said, her voice scratchy.
    “Me either,” I agreed, holding out the package of donuts to her. She made her way over to my bed, taking a donut and settling in next to me. “We gotta problem.”
    “What’s wrong?” she asked, mumbling through the half eaten donut.
    “Ana owes some people money, some bad people.” I explained what I’d walked in on this morning, how much hurt I could see in her eyes at the thought of losing the hotel, and how she’d ended up in business with these assholes.
    “What can we do?” Joni asked. “I can call my parents and tell them we’ve been kidnapped and they need the ransom.” I saw the wheels spinning a hundred miles an hour in her head.
    “Yeah, and then they call the police and that’s something I don’t want to have to explain when they find out that we weren’t actually kidnapped.”
    “Well, I can call them and tell them we’re in trouble. No details, just tell them we’ve gotten ourselves in a bad situation and that we need help.”
    “You think they would just send that amount of money without wanting details?” I asked, God her family really was made of money.
    “Probably not all of it. But I know how to put on an act,” she said, smiling deviously at me.
    “Well, you do your thing then.” The twinge of guilt twisted in my stomach as I agreed with her. I really didn’t want to lie to her parents, but technically I wasn’t; she was.
    I escaped into the bathroom to shower while Joni went downstairs to the pub to get us all some food and call her parents. I let the water wash the guilt from me and focused on the reason why we were doing it; Ana. Even in the short time we’d been here in Ireland, Ana had become close to us. She was like a mother figure, but an amazing friend at the same time. I knew that no matter what it took we’d figure out how to help her.

Chapter Four
    “Sit still, Ana, ” I said, holding her head to keep her from moving, “If you keep fidgeting, I’m gonna end up burning you with the curling iron.”
    “I can’t help it!” she fussed, “I’m not used to the horse and pony show. Don’t know how you two even talked me into going tonight.”
    “We didn’t. McGee did. And you didn’t seem to against the idea last night,” I sang out, wrapping another section of her chocolate brown hair into the curling iron.
    “Well, it’s funny what one will say when they’ re snockered on Scotch.” I could see Ana rolling her eyes from the mirror that sat in front of us.
    “Ok, turn. Time to start on your make-up,” Joni said, coming up beside us with a giant bag filled with every kind and shade of make-up you could ever need.
    By the time we were done with Ana she looked the young vibrant way she had when she helped me after I’d fallen down. Joni had chosen a pair of jeans that had a slight flare at the bottom, black boots, and a form fitting black v-neck shirt. You could tell Ana wasn’t used to showing her curves as she tugged and pulled at the hem of her shirt. She had curves and they were beautiful, she just had to realize that. We left her in her room while we changed, making her promise not to change her clothes.
    And when we came back out, we could hear that the lobby of the small hotel had filled with more voices. We made our way down to see the group of guys huddled around the small space. “Christ, bout time you women got finished,” McGee huffed sarcastically. “Will you please get Ana to come out of her room? She’s been shoutin’ through the door since we got here.”
    “I’ll be out when I’m ready, asshole!” I heard Ana shout from inside