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Angel.”
Ally lifted her head. “Hi.”
Jake shrugged out of his coat and kicked off his shoes before removing his jeans and shirt and climbing onto the couch with her. She had changed into a pair of shorts and matching tank top, and she was watching some reality show on the television.
Jake lifted the blanket she was cuddling under and edged her forward so he could wrap himself around her. She was quiet as he pulled her close.
“Are you still mad at me?” Jake asked.
“I’m not mad.”
“Are you still upset?”
“I’m … fine.”
Jake didn’t like her tone. She was being purposely aloof. He missed the giggles and warmth she usually greeted him with. “She just needs help with a security program for the big Vampire Garden program tomorrow,” he explained. “I’m going to help her with the computer system and that’s it.”
“Okay.”
“Ally,” Jake growled, snapping her body as close to his as he could manage. “Don’t be mad at me.”
“I’m not mad.”
“Well, you’re certainly not happy.”
Ally sighed. “I talked to Mandy tonight.”
“Is she mad at me, too?”
“Emma overheard Cara on the phone in the bathroom earlier today,” Ally said. “Cara didn’t see her because she was on the floor in the stall after she’d been sick.”
Jake lifted his head. “So she eavesdropped?”
“I guess.”
“What did she hear?”
“Cara said that she was going to get you to help her,” Ally replied. “She also said she had to get around me to do it.”
Jake smiled. “She probably didn’t mean what you think she meant.”
“I think she meant a whole lot more than you seem to think she did,” Ally countered.
“It doesn’t matter, angel,” Jake said. “She can’t get between us. I won’t let her. I’m going to help her with one computer program. Tomorrow is the last day of Detcon. That means I’ll probably never see her again.”
“I hope so,” Ally said. “If you do, I’m going to have to beat her ass. I don’t care how big her muscles are.”
Jake tickled Ally’s ribs, relieved when the rigid set of her shoulders gave way and she snuggled back against him. “You don’t need to fight for me,” Jake whispered in her ear. “I’m already yours.”
Eight
“Do you want to tell me what we’re really doing?”
Ally ignored Mandy’s question and straightened her costume, staring at herself intently in the convention center’s bathroom mirror. “What do you think?”
“I think you look like a naughty nurse from Star Trek ,” Mandy said. “I don’t get the wig, though.”
Ally ran her fingers down the blonde hairpiece, studying the fake hair dubiously. “I’m trying to be incognito.”
“You look like a geeky stripper,” Mandy replied. “The vinyl boots are a nice touch, though.”
“They’re vintage,” Ally said.
“They make your legs look long and sexy.”
“They’re vintage and flattering,” Ally said. She turned to her friend. “Do you want to explain your outfit?”
“I’m a sexy Han Solo.”
Ally narrowed her eyes as she studied Mandy’s dress. “And he’s the dude from Star Wars , right?”
Mandy nodded.
“But he was a man.”
“So?”
“You’re a woman.”
“But it’s a manly costume turned into a sexy dress,” Mandy said. “See, I have vinyl boots, too.”
“Yours look … clunkier.”
“Don’t hate on the boots,” Mandy said. “They’re authentic.”
Ally made a face. “Where did you get that wig and costume on such short notice?”
“Don’t ask questions you don’t want to hear the answer to,” Mandy warned.
“Does this mean James dresses up like Princess Leia?”
“No, I do that, too.”
“You have the slave costume, don’t you?”
Mandy shrugged.
“You two are so freaking sick,” Ally said.
“Says the woman wearing a vintage Star Trek uniform so we can spy on her boyfriend without him noticing,” Mandy said.
“That’s not what we’re doing,” Ally said.
“You told me to
Ally lifted her head. “Hi.”
Jake shrugged out of his coat and kicked off his shoes before removing his jeans and shirt and climbing onto the couch with her. She had changed into a pair of shorts and matching tank top, and she was watching some reality show on the television.
Jake lifted the blanket she was cuddling under and edged her forward so he could wrap himself around her. She was quiet as he pulled her close.
“Are you still mad at me?” Jake asked.
“I’m not mad.”
“Are you still upset?”
“I’m … fine.”
Jake didn’t like her tone. She was being purposely aloof. He missed the giggles and warmth she usually greeted him with. “She just needs help with a security program for the big Vampire Garden program tomorrow,” he explained. “I’m going to help her with the computer system and that’s it.”
“Okay.”
“Ally,” Jake growled, snapping her body as close to his as he could manage. “Don’t be mad at me.”
“I’m not mad.”
“Well, you’re certainly not happy.”
Ally sighed. “I talked to Mandy tonight.”
“Is she mad at me, too?”
“Emma overheard Cara on the phone in the bathroom earlier today,” Ally said. “Cara didn’t see her because she was on the floor in the stall after she’d been sick.”
Jake lifted his head. “So she eavesdropped?”
“I guess.”
“What did she hear?”
“Cara said that she was going to get you to help her,” Ally replied. “She also said she had to get around me to do it.”
Jake smiled. “She probably didn’t mean what you think she meant.”
“I think she meant a whole lot more than you seem to think she did,” Ally countered.
“It doesn’t matter, angel,” Jake said. “She can’t get between us. I won’t let her. I’m going to help her with one computer program. Tomorrow is the last day of Detcon. That means I’ll probably never see her again.”
“I hope so,” Ally said. “If you do, I’m going to have to beat her ass. I don’t care how big her muscles are.”
Jake tickled Ally’s ribs, relieved when the rigid set of her shoulders gave way and she snuggled back against him. “You don’t need to fight for me,” Jake whispered in her ear. “I’m already yours.”
Eight
“Do you want to tell me what we’re really doing?”
Ally ignored Mandy’s question and straightened her costume, staring at herself intently in the convention center’s bathroom mirror. “What do you think?”
“I think you look like a naughty nurse from Star Trek ,” Mandy said. “I don’t get the wig, though.”
Ally ran her fingers down the blonde hairpiece, studying the fake hair dubiously. “I’m trying to be incognito.”
“You look like a geeky stripper,” Mandy replied. “The vinyl boots are a nice touch, though.”
“They’re vintage,” Ally said.
“They make your legs look long and sexy.”
“They’re vintage and flattering,” Ally said. She turned to her friend. “Do you want to explain your outfit?”
“I’m a sexy Han Solo.”
Ally narrowed her eyes as she studied Mandy’s dress. “And he’s the dude from Star Wars , right?”
Mandy nodded.
“But he was a man.”
“So?”
“You’re a woman.”
“But it’s a manly costume turned into a sexy dress,” Mandy said. “See, I have vinyl boots, too.”
“Yours look … clunkier.”
“Don’t hate on the boots,” Mandy said. “They’re authentic.”
Ally made a face. “Where did you get that wig and costume on such short notice?”
“Don’t ask questions you don’t want to hear the answer to,” Mandy warned.
“Does this mean James dresses up like Princess Leia?”
“No, I do that, too.”
“You have the slave costume, don’t you?”
Mandy shrugged.
“You two are so freaking sick,” Ally said.
“Says the woman wearing a vintage Star Trek uniform so we can spy on her boyfriend without him noticing,” Mandy said.
“That’s not what we’re doing,” Ally said.
“You told me to
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