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you know this Grace?”
    â€œYou’re not paid to ask questions.”
    â€œIt is not much money, this pay. And you are staying in my home. So are your friends.”
    â€œAnd I appreciate it, Rafael. Thank you.”
    â€œWhy don’t we just take her right now?”
    Carrie Ann felt a little jolt. Was he not on the same page? Ignorance was dangerous. “Take her? What do you mean, take her?”
    â€œThat is the plan.”
    She wanted to throttle him. His stupidity was going to cost her everything. “No.” She didn’t want to shout at him, but she had to set things straight. “We are going to take me. Not her. Me. That is the plan.” God, he was dense! They never should have enlisted him.
    â€œI don’t understand what is the plan.”
    Carrie Ann squared her shoulders and stepped closer to Rafael. “You’re not to talk to her. Or even look at her anymore. Got it? That’s the plan. Stick to it.”
    â€œIt’s all right if that means I get to stick to you.”
    â€œGross,” Carrie Ann muttered under her breath. But she was glad he was dropping the subject of Grace so quickly.
    â€œIf I were your boyfriend, I wouldn’t let you out of my sight for one single second.”
    â€œThat would make you a kidnapper.”
    â€œAh, but I would be so nice to my captive. I would feed you wine and cheese. You would love it.” He grabbed her hand again and tried to bring it up to his lips.
    â€œLet go or I’ll scream.”
    â€œScream? Why do you say such things?”
    â€œI do not like your hanging all over me.”
    â€œYou are not any fun. You are—how do they say—party pooping.”
    â€œYou’re on your own, Wolfman,” Carrie Ann said. She thrust the pile of beach things at him, and Rafael stumbled back as he tried to juggle them all.
    â€œNo, no, no,” Rafael said. “Where I go, you go—remember?”
    â€œIt’s supposed to be ‘Where I go, you go,’ and I am not going to the beach.”
    â€œYou are upset about your friend.”
    Maybe he wasn’t as shallow as she had first thought. Maybe she’d have to be a little more careful what she said and did around him. “Maybe a little.”
    â€œDo you want me to talk to her?”
    â€œNo. A hundred billion times no. Promise me you won’t.” He’d probably already freaked Grace out with that ridiculous costume. The last thing Carrie Ann needed was Rafael inserting himself on the scene.
    â€œI promise if you come back to the beach.”
    Carrie Ann tried to smile. It wasn’t easy. She just wanted to get rid of Grace’s boyfriend and take her hands and jump and shout, “It’s me! I’m here!”
    Jake was even better looking than Carrie Ann had expected. From the looks of things they were headed back to have vacation sex. So strange. Little Grace. Having sex. Holding hands with a boy even. Singing country songs. She even had her own little following. She wasn’t a child anymore. Walked right by Carrie Ann without recognizing her.
    â€œAre you sure the microphones are in place?” Carrie Ann asked.
    â€œ Sí, sí. We will be able to hear everything they say.”
    â€œOkay, good.”
    â€œAnd do,” he said, raising his eyebrows.
    Pervert. She wasn’t going to let him listen to any of it. “Thirty minutes, no more. I don’t want wrinkles,” Carrie Ann said.
    â€œDeal.” Rafael shouted it at the sky, as if he’d just made a bargain with God himself. Carrie Ann couldn’t help but laugh. Hairy, yes, but still somewhat charming for a psycho. This time when Rafael forged ahead looking for the perfect spot, Carrie Ann followed.
    She did, however, keep looking over her shoulder, wondering step for step where Grace was now. She was so near. Walked by Carrie Ann without so much as a second glance. Carrie Ann had expected more. Hell, she