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see you tomorrow," I agree.
    It's such a disappointment to think about spending my precious day off with Vince, but that's what I've come to expect from him—nothing but disappointment.

C HAPTER S IX

    Starbucks is less crowded tonight than it was yesterday, but there's no Vince holding up the line either. I order an iced coffee and pick a booth in the back of the building. Vince comes around the corner a minute later, cradling his coffee in one hand, his camera in the other. He's wearing a shit-eating grin. I wish I were some other girl who didn't know what a jerk he is.  
    "Hey." He sits down across from me.  
    "Hey."  
    "I was up until almost midnight reading these books and I decided there is just too much information. We need to narrow down our focus."
    "What were you thinking?"
    "Well, you mentioned something about your grandpa yesterday."  
    "So?"
    "Let's focus the project on him."
    Oh, no. No, no, no. "I don't think so."  
    "Why not?"
    My stomach churns. "It's just not a good idea."
    "But he can be the face of the documentary."
    "Jesus. I said no, okay?"
    He stands suddenly. "We're going to lose the competition. And it's going to be your fault. I'm trying here. You're not doing a damn thing to help."
    It's not like I haven't thought about including my grandfather's story, but it's too soon. I'm not ready yet.  
    "I'm sorry, but I—"
    "I don't want to hear it." He walks away me.  
    I lay my head on the table. Dammit. This is going all wrong.  
    Pull yourself together, Kara. You have to do this. You have to win this competition.
    I catch Vince as he's leaving. "Wait!"
    He turns around. "What?"
    "Okay, fine. You win."  
    He eyes me suspiciously. "Are you sure? You're not going to go bat-shit crazy on me?"
    I toss him a dirty look. "No." Maybe.
    He comes back inside and plops on a couch. "So tell me about your grandfather."
    I sit next to him. "What do you want to know?" My grandfather's smile and gray hair springs to mind.
    "What did he do in the war?"
    I know the basics, but he didn't talk about it much. I know he was a hero. "My grandfather was a tank specialist. His tank blew up and he was the one person in his crew to survive."
    "That's pretty badass.” Vince grins. “I can't believe you didn't bring that up earlier."
    I shrug. "It's not really my story."
    "But it's his legacy. People deserve to know."
    "I guess."
    "We should talk to your family."
    I laugh. "That's going to be kind of difficult. They live about a gazillion miles away."
    He looks surprised. "Really? I thought you lived here."
    "Nope. Iowa."
    Vince strokes his chin. "We should go there."
    It takes a minute to realize he's talking about us. Him. Me. Me and Him. In a car for a very long time. I don't think so. Plus, going back to Iowa is not on my list of things to do. I had reasons to leave. I have plenty of reasons not to go back. "Um, no."
    "What do you mean, no?"
    "No, we're not going to Iowa."
    "How do you propose we get this project done?"
    Dammit. He's right. How am I planning to get this project done without going back to Iowa? It doesn't matter because it's not going to happen. "I don't know, but I just can't up and leave. Don't you have a job or something?"
    Vince stares at me, his gaze holding mine steady. "I'm currently between jobs. But this isn't about me. What happened?"
    I laugh but it’s forced. "What do you mean?"
    "Most people would be excited to go home. Especially if home is halfway across the country."
    "I'm not most people." I look down at my hands. When I look up, Vince's expression hasn't changed. His eyes never waiver from mine.
    "I know you're not."  
    I can't decide if it's the nicest or most hurtful thing he's said to me. "Look, I have my reasons, okay? Going back to Iowa is a really bad idea. Trust me."
    Vince shifts in his chair. "Kara, you don't have to tell me why you don't want to go back. Actually, I don't even care. But we have to go there. If we want to win this thing, we have to. Understand?"
    I plead