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wasn’t around.
    â€œWhatever,” she said with a frown. “I’m supposed to sit here and wait for Nanny Dearest to get here, so that’s what I’m doing. Happy?”
    â€œEcstatic.” The corner of Zac’s mouth twitched with amusement. He was always in a good mood when he was about to go on tour.
    No wonder. Zara glanced around the loft. Everyone else had to do all the work, and he just got to enjoy the good stuff.
    As Zac went over to talk to his bassist, who was sprawled out on the floor nearby reading a motorcycle magazine, Zara stood and stretched. Then she padded over to the window in her bare feet. She was still in the shorts and tank top she’d slept in, having only woken up an hour earlier thanks to hanging out with some new acquaintances at some lame coffeehouse until like 5:00 a.m. Kind of boring, but she’d been making a point. Not that Zac had even noticed. He’d been asleep way before she got home, resting up for the big trip.
    Then she smiled as she remembered one not-boring part about last night. That cute friend of Tommi’s, Grant. He’d called around nine, wanting to get together sometime.
    Zac’s lawyer glanced up as she wandered past him. “What?” he demanded, looking harried.
    â€œNothing. Can’t I walk around my own house?” Zara retorted. “Or aren’t I allowed to move without my babysitter’s permission?”
    The guy had already turned his attention back to his computer. “Save the pity party for someone who cares, Zara,” he muttered.
    Zara scowled. Who the hell did this pointy-headed loserthink he was, anyway? But before she could muster up enough energy to react, the buzzer sounded.
    â€œThat must be Cousin Stacie,” Zac called to her. “Come on over and help me welcome her.”
    â€œDo I have to?” Zara muttered.
    Zac ignored her, striding toward the door. One of the guys had already hit the button to buzz the visitor in, and within minutes she was there.
    Cousin Stacie was pretty much what Zara had expected. Blond ponytail. Tidy khaki shorts and a polo shirt. Uptight expression. The works.
    â€œHi, Cousin Zac!” Stacie exclaimed in a voice just as perky as her ponytail. “It’s so awesome to finally meet you! My mom’s always telling stories about all the trouble you guys got up to when you were kids.”
    Zac chuckled. “Don’t believe a word of it, darlin’,” he said with a wink. “Your mom’s always been one for tall tales.”
    Zara rolled her eyes. Stacie turned just in time to see, though her expression didn’t change.
    â€œAnd you must be Zara,” she said.
    â€œI guess I must,” Zara said.
    Zac shot her a warning look. “Easy, Little Z,” he said. “I’m sure you and Stacie will get along just fine once you get to know each other.” He turned to Stacie with a wry smile. “She seems to think I’m being unreasonable by not letting her stay all alone at age sixteen.”
    Stacie chuckled. “Hey, that’s totally normal. At sixteen, I thought I was ready for anything, too.”
    Okay, Zara
so
wasn’t going to stand around and listen tothis. Who did this Stacie chick think she was? At best, she might be four or five years older than Zara. And had probably seen way less of the world, growing up in Upper Dipshit County out in the middle of nowhere.
    â€œExcuse me,” Zara said. “I’ve got stuff to do.”
    â€œHey, Little Z!” Zac called after her.
    Zara didn’t even slow down, taking the stairs two at a time and slamming her bedroom door behind her.
    She spent the next hour in her room, lying on her bed listening to music and waiting for someone to come check on her. But nobody showed until almost five, when Mickey knocked at the door.
    â€œGettin’ ready to leave, sweetheart,” he said in his raspy voice. “Your dad wants you to come down