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situation as
I had, but that would only make him feel worse, wouldn’t it?
    “This is so incredibly dumb,” I told Jaxon, looking
around once more to make sure no one was eavesdropping. Someone could have been
hidden, but I didn’t think they were.
    “It’s not that bad,” Jaxon insisted. “And hey—you
won’t get lost going around this way.” I couldn’t think of any real way around
it.
    “Let me get some real clothes on.” I turned away and
hurried as quickly as I could back towards my room. I didn’t really want to go
on the grand house tour. I didn’t want to spend any more time with Jaxon than I
absolutely had to. Maybe, I thought , if I went
away—I’d be able to get out of doing the stupid house tour at all. I went into
the bedroom and opened up my suitcase. I took out some cold-weather clothes, a
thick pair of socks.
    “We’ve got a basketball court out back,” Jaxon
called through the door. I sighed. Clearly he wasn’t going to give up on the
idea of taking me on the tour of the house. I considered the situation. At
least, if I let him take me on the tour, there would be no need to lie about it
later. The people working in the house would see it happening, and our cover
would be safe. Of course, there was very little that Jaxon didn’t know about me
already, but we could pretend, ask each other questions that we already knew
the answers to. It could—in a way—actually be a little
bit of fun.
    I got changed into my warmer clothes and finally
walked out of the bedroom. “Okay,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Show me around. Let’s see what’s going on in this place.” Jaxon grinned
slowly.
    “I think you’ll like what you see.”
    I rolled my eyes. “Just show me around this palace.”
    Jaxon started outside, taking me around to the
basketball court and the tennis court his dad had had installed. The property
was huge—there were dormant gardens even with the tennis and basketball courts.
“Dad put the basketball court in when I got into it in high school,” Jaxon told
me.
    “I didn’t know you played.” I’d never really seen
Jaxon around the courts on campus. I tried to suppress my curiosity. I really
didn’t want to know more about Jaxon than I did. But in spite of the fact that
I wanted to completely distance myself from him, I couldn’t help the
realization that I was still attracted to him. Jaxon was hot; I couldn’t really
lie to myself about that. It was the first time he had talked to me in over a
month—it was nice to get back to close to what it had been like before he’d cut me out and started ignoring me.
    The inside of the house was even more impressive
than the outside. Jaxon took me into the kitchen, and in spite of the huge
breakfast we’d both eaten, we both grabbed snacks. He took me through the living
room I’d already seen, through the theater room with an enormous screen, a
projector, and comfortable seats along with a popcorn machine and a few
soda-makers. “So, how exactly did your dad get so rich?” I asked, curious but
at the same time wanting to keep the conversation off of myself, and off of
Jaxon. Jaxon shrugged.
    “He’s been good with investments—I think that’s most
of it, to tell the truth. I don’t really know what he was doing before, when I
was a kid. He’s almost ready to retire.” Jaxon hesitated a moment. “I’m kind of
glad he found your mom.” I stopped short.
    “This is just a tour,” I said firmly. I didn’t want
to talk about our parents’ relationship, about what the implications of it were
to the two of us. I didn’t even want to think about it.
    Jaxon fell quiet for a while, leading me through the
different guest rooms, the entertainment lounge with the big screen TV and
three or four different consoles attached to it. When he offered to show me his
room, I told him I’d rather not. I didn’t want to see his space. I didn’t want
to be alone with him in a place like that—where it would be