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okay? Wouldn’t want the colonel's daughter getting in
trouble, now would we? I think you’ve already given us a few
scares." He smiled, but it was forced, like a warning. It was as if
he knew what we were really doing, but he couldn’t prove it.
    "Speaking of e-mails." My dad cleared his
throat. "Your mom has left me a few messages. She said that she's
tried e-mailing and calling you, but hasn't gotten a response."
    Of course I saw the e-mails and missed text
messages, but I didn't want to read my mom's embarrassing e-mails
in front of Ace, or anyone else for that matter. As a novelist my
mom seemed to have a way with words, specifically the way she would
overdramatize them. She could take an innocent trip to the grocery
store with my little brother and turn it into World War III. Not
something I wanted my alien crush to be reading over my shoulder.
It wasn't like I already didn't get enough embarrassment from my
dad checking in on us. I didn't want to add another humiliating
parent to the mix.
    I nodded. "Yeah, I saw them. I've just been
really busy getting acclimated to everything, but I'll make sure to
send her back a message."
    An awkward silence passed between us as my
dad looked between Ace and me, like he was waiting for us to say
something.
    “I guess I should get back to my real job
then." I turned toward the computer screen, hoping that I hadn't
embarrassed myself too much in front of Ace and that my face wasn't
completely flushed. “Have to go and check out some more alien
blogs.”
    “Alright, well I’ll see you later.” Dad
patted my shoulder again before exiting through the metal
doors.
    We didn’t move. It seemed like hours before
Ace finally scooted back over to me.
    “Well that was interesting." I breathed a
sigh of relief.
    Ace turned my chair back toward him, not
saying a word as his fingers traced my jawline, locking his eyes
onto mine. “Yeah, but I would do it all over again.”

Chapter
10
     
    Trying to work was really hard when all you
can think about was how the lines in your co-worker's jaw curve
into a perfect dimpled chin. After all those times he was so aloof,
it was difficult to not welcome his sudden change of heart, and
think about testing how far it could go.
    "Hello? Alex? Are you even listening to me?"
Jen asked.
    When all I was thinking about was Ace, it
kind of made it hard to think about anything else, or pay attention
to what I was doing. "Oh, yeah, I'm totally listening. I was just
thinking about something that you said."
    Jen was sitting on the bed across from me,
her long legs pulled up to her chin as she swept a dark pink color
across her toenails.
    "Or you're thinking about someone." She
pointed the end of her brush at me.
    I was hoping that my cheeks weren't the exact
same color as her nail polish as I stammered, "No, totally not
true."
    "You know Gavin has done nothing but talk
about you. You should really go out with us. I know you can't
drink, but it's a podunk bowling alley in the mountains, so I'm
sure they won't card you just to get in." She looked back down to
her nails.
    I had avoided going out with the rest of the
interns for weeks, especially after the last incident with Gavin. I
usually spent my nights working overtime in the office, just to use
it as an excuse to blog, or really just to spend more time with
Ace.
    "I don't know. What would my dad say?" I
thought that was a good enough excuse as I flopped down on the bed,
looking at my own unpainted nails.
    "He would say to stop ignoring your friends
and to live a little." She screwed the cap on her nail polish
before hovering over me. "You can't spend your summer cooped up in
here with a Caltian or you may just turn into an alien
yourself!"
    I sat straight up, widening my eyes as I
looked at Jen. "Can that really happen?"
    She snorted. "Okay, seriously, Alex, if you
are asking me that question, then you really aren't working when
you are saying that you are." She wiggled her eyebrows. "Is
somebody doing more