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    Charly exhaled. “I wasn’t talking to you, Bobsy. I was talking to myself.”
    Bobsy turned around in the seat and faced Charly. “I know who you were talking to. Can you repeat it? Please? You said it wasn’t about you?” Bobsy asked, giving Charly the same bootleg sugarcoated tone that Charly had tried to use as bait.
    â€œIt’s not. I said it never was, and I also said, this is for the girls. I’m doing this to aid girls. In short, I was reminding myself that this trip isn’t about me—it’s not a vacation or me having me-time or even me getting to be around the guys—I’m here to help others who are dealing with more than sweat and being uncomfortable, so it shouldn’t matter that I stink or that I have to face Lex and whoever else is here to meet me when I get out of this contraption. Happy?” She sneered.
    The dune buggy zipped onward without warning from Bobsy. Charly’s head wobbled from the sudden movement, and she was seconds away from letting Bobsy have it. She didn’t know what this dude’s problem was, but knew Bobsy had better fix it before she was forced to. Bobsy turned toward the guest cottage, then threw Charly another look. “I wouldn’t say I’m happy, Charly. But I’ll admit when I’m not right about something.”
    â€œYou mean you’ll admit when you’re wrong about something?”
    Bobsy’s head shook in the negative. “No, because I’m never wrong . . . it’s just sometimes I’m not right.” The vehicle zipped toward the side of the guest cottage, out of the guys’ view, then wheeled across the grass and stopped. “I’ll go distract everyone while you go in through the butler’s pantry.” Bobsy pointed toward tall plants and palm trees. “The entrance is through there, just behind the shrubs and flowers. Just push them out of your way, and you’ll see it . . . and the crew won’t see you. There are too many plants.”
    â€œThanks, Bobsy,” Charly said, hopping out and fixing her clingy, sweaty clothes, hoping she didn’t run into the butler and wondering why she hadn’t seen one when she’d first arrived. She took another whiff of her underarms, and almost knocked herself out. She was never one to sweat the way she was here in Las Vegas, and walking around smelling like vegetable soup had never been a problem for her before. She’d always smelled good. She guessed she just needed to adjust to the weather and invest in some better, perhaps clinical, deodorant.
    â€œOh, and Charly? One more thing,” Bobsy said, turning sideways to face Charly with arms crossed over his chest.
    Charly turned and locked eyes with her nemesis, though she didn’t know why he had become her opponent. “Yes?”
    â€œJust because I’m helping you out doesn’t make us friends,” Bobsy said without the least bit of hesitation.
    Charly laughed and shook her head. She turned to face Bobsy, wearing a look of contempt and disgust. “Well, Bobsy, let’s put it this way. I’m so not surprised, and so very grateful to hear you say that. I’ve had enough fake friends in my lifetime. I don’t do wishy-washy people—especially ones who have a problem with others for no reason.” Her lips turned up into a smile, which was fueled by a thought. “A bit of advice. People usually dislike people they don’t know because there’s something about the other person that reminds them of themselves—usually that person possesses something the person doesn’t like about themselves or wishes they had. Sometimes it’s as simple as achievement, a thing anyone can accomplish with focus and hard work. I don’t know the whys. Jealousy, envy? Possibly. Is it sad and pitiful? Definitely. Strange thing is, I usually encounter uncalled-for nasty attitudes from girls. You’re