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only with the tone of your voice and the words you choose.”
    Leticia nodded her head, but didn’t turn. She stood staring out of the big window, listening to my every word, but not daring to turn – not willing to see the hungry look in my eyes.
    “You must keep your voice soft, use your words carefully. The point of the exercise is to arouse the listener. You can’t be crude – that doesn’t work. You need to seduce, Leticia… seduce the person you are calling with the sound of your voice alone.”

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    March, 28 th .
     
     
    Jonah's response to Leticia's ex boyfriend showing up and wanting her back.
    I stared at Leticia, and my face was expressionless: cold and devoid of any emotion.
    “So that’s your news?” I asked. “You came her tonight to tell me that your ex boyfriend wants you to return to him?”
    Leticia nodded. She was sitting on the old leather sofa, her legs folded up beneath her, and her hands in her lap.
    I shrugged. “Leticia, why are you telling me this?”
    “Because I want you to tell me what to do,” she said, and her hands suddenly fluttered. “I want to know if you and I have a future together, Jonah. I want to know that before I make a decision.”
    I shook my head slowly. “No. I won’t tell you that,” I said. “Leticia your life is your own. The choices you make are your own. Free will reigns. You decide what is best for you. You either go back to your boyfriend, or you stay in the city. That is your decision.”
    Leticia looked crestfallen. “Wouldn’t you care, Jonah?”
    “Yes,” I admitted. “But not enough to stop you from leaving. I can’t be responsible for your life, or your choices. You must do what you believe is best for you. Play it safe… or take a chance…”

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    March, 28 th .
     
     
    At a party, Leticia observes a beautiful woman pass Jonah her hotel key and she waits to see what he will do .
    I looked up and saw Leticia standing before me.
    “I have been watching you,” she confessed. “For the past ten minutes.”
    I smiled. “Good.”
    Leticia shifted her weight as though she were uncomfortable. She folded her arms, and her expression became a frown of concern. “I saw that beautiful woman hand you her hotel key, Jonah. I saw the way she smiled at you. I know that smile – every woman does. I know what it means…”
    I kept smiling. “Leticia…? You sound jealous.”
    Leticia huffed. She uncrossed her arms, but then folded them again a moment later. “I’m not jealous,” she lied badly.
    I reached into my pocket and held out the key the woman had handed me. It was a hotel key for one of the rooms above where the party was being held. “Is this the key you saw the woman hand me?”
    Leticia nodded. A sudden flush of hectic color spread across her cheeks. “Yes,” she said. And then added, “And I saw the way you followed her with your eyes when she walked away, Jonah. Women know that look too…”
    “Meaning?”
    “Meaning you were watching the way she walked. Watching her like maybe you were interested.”
    My smile got broader. “I am,” I admitted. “That woman interests me very, very much. But perhaps not for the reason you suspect.”
    Leticia’s frown became deeper. “What possible other reason could there be, Jonah?”
    (Sorry everyone! I can’t think of a good reason!!!! Maybe you can.)
     
     
    A note from Jason:
    I just wasn’t smart enough, or clever enough at the time to work out who this mystery woman could be. It was the first and only time during the World Tour where I felt I left the reader hanging -  not by design – but by my inability to think fast enough. An hour after writing this scene, I finally worked out who she was.
    If you would like to discover who the mystery lady is, keep reading! I had to wait several days before another reader suggested a suitable scene where I was able to backtrack and wrap this scene up by revealing the woman’s identity.

Jason