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I perk up. “Maybe I can get you a new disguise.”

“What?”

“We’re at the mall. I can slip out and buy you a new disguise. They won’t chase after me because who am I compared to the famous Declan Hart?”

“Mia, you’re amazing—”

“Forget that for now. I’m going to buy you clothes that Declan Hart would never in a million years wear. That way, no one will suspect you.”

He rubs his chin. “That’s a great idea.”

“Thanks. Wish me luck.”

“Good luck.”

I count to three before wrenching the door open and quickly shutting it behind me. There are a few people around, and some of them glance my way, but either they don’t care about me or they’re not waiting for Declan because they go back to whatever they’re doing. I dash to a store that sells men’s clothing and quickly browse the rows for the most un-Declan thing in the world. But ugh, I’m sure everything will look amazing on Declan. What can I possibly buy?

And then I see a mannequin on display wearing overalls. There’s nothing wrong with overalls, but Declan wearing them? I can’t even imagine. This is great! I grab it along with the largest size red shirt I can find, a pirate hat that will do a good job at hiding his eyes, and an eye patch because why not? After I pay and buy a hat for myself, since people might recognize me, I hurry back to Declan.

I knock on the door and hiss, “Declan, it’s me. The drama queen.”

The door opens a crack and he peeks his head out.

“Put these on. And don’t complain.”

“Why would I—?”

“Just put them on.” I push him inside and quickly shut the door.

Chapter Eighteen

Declan

“Coast is clear,” Mia says as she knocks on the door of the supply closet. “You can come out.”

I stick my head out and scan around to make sure there’s no one around. I adjust the pirate hat and eye patch to confirm they’re doing a good job at hiding my identity, then slowly step out of the closet.

Mia scans me from top to bottom and bursts out laughing. “No offense, dude, but you look ridiculous.”

I glance down at the overalls and large baggy T-shirt tucked inside. “As long as it does its job.”

She’s still laughing. “This needs a photo.” She slips her hand into her jeans pocket for her phone and snaps a picture of me. As she looks at it, she laughs again.

“Let me see.”

She hands the phone to me and I take a look. She’s right, I do look ridiculous. Like a pirate farmer wearing a shirt that’s three sizes too big. But it does a good job of hiding me.

“Where’s my parrot?” I ask. “Everyone knows a good pirate captain needs a parrot.”

“Unfortunately, your parrot was mowed down by the mob.”

My eyes widen. “That’s terrible.”

She shrugs. “But he’s in parrot heaven now and is happy. We’d better get out of here before people start getting suspicious.”

I gesture at myself. “Don’t you think this will bring attention to me?”

She shrugs. “You look like someone who doesn’t know how to get dressed. No one would ever suspect you’re you.”

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