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“This is crazy.”

I stood, pulling her into my arms. “Hey, we’ll get through this together. Tomorrow before we leave, we’ll devise a list of ways to display her craziness.”

Chelsea sighed. “Sounds like a plan.”

“I think we should build a snowman in the backyard, then warm up inside while baking chocolate chip cookies.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned up on her tippy toes, kissing my lips. “Today will be a blast.”

I loved watching her face light up.

The remainder of Saturday we spent playing video games and watching movies. Making love was obvious. We couldn’t get enough of each other. We’d have to be careful returning to our special place at least for a few weeks.

∞

We studied Regina’s routine for a week. Rocco hacked her laptop, and we bugged her house.

Regina insisted I meet her parents. I agreed.

“Rocco, we’re in place,” Chelsea stated, over the earbud.

Rocco and I sat outside in a white painter’s van. We watched the live feed camera on Chelsea and Megan’s jacket. Rocco unlocked their computerized house. The girls slipped inside. They scurried up to her personal bathroom and changed out her brand of toothpaste for the one we added numbing cream to.

Connie and Matt stood outside the organic grocery store pretending to ask customers to sign a petition. They chatted with Regina’s parents, asking them to help savethe town mall from closing. It wasn’t closing, but they didn’t need to know that. I laughed inside.

Chelsea and Megan walked into Regina’s closet and sprinkled itching powder on her uniforms, underwear, and the dress that was displayed on a single hanger on the closet door.

“I bet this is the dress she’s wearing for Tate tonight.” Chelsea and Megan laughed.

“All right, ladies, you need to get out of there.”

I peeked at the second monitor. “Connie and Matt just walked away from the parents.”

“We’re on our way out,” Chelsea stated.

Hiding behind, dark wigs, hats, and sunglasses the girls peeked both ways before crossing the street and hopping into the van.

“What an adrenaline rush,” Megan exhaled.

“Yeah, that was cool.” Chelsea smiled.

They peeled off their disguises. Carefully, they ditched their leather gloves and the itching powder in a disposable plastic bag.

Rocco climbed into the driver’s seat and drove toward the supermarket.

My cell rang, and I looked at the screen.

“Chelsea, it’s for you.”

Her eyebrows rustled together as she grabbed the phone from my hand.

“Hey, Matt.”

She glanced out of the windshield. “We are pulling up now. I see you guys. Rocco, they are on the left.” She hung up the phone.

My best friend had forgiven Chelsea but not me. Today was the first time he called my cell in a long time. I figured he’d rather talk to Chelsea. She scooted into my lap. “Why didn’t you talk to Matt?”

“Chelse, I don’t want to argue about him. We’ll talk about it later.”

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