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“Unless it’s not the same person,” he says.
“You mean you think more than one person has been causing these problems?” Mrs. Cruz asks.
Mr. Cruz nods, agreeing with his son. “Could very well be.”
Gazing up at the ceiling, I lift my hands and plead, “Cobbiton, what did I ever do to you?”
Mikey catches my pinky in his and says, “Come on, we’re going to do a stakeout.”
“You want a steak, now?” I ask.
“I have meatballs,” Mrs. Cruz says.
“And spaghetti,” Mom adds.
I push my plate away.
He says, “No, we’re going to set up cameras. Watch and wait.”
My breath is shaky. “This isn’t an action-adventure movie. This is real life.”
Miguel’s eyebrows bob like he’s ready to catch the bad guys red-handed.
“Seriously?”
His brothers confer. “It might be dangerous.”
“Eggs aren’t particularly threatening. I’m thinking maybe Mikey has some anti-fans.”
“What’s an anti-fan?” Joey asks.
“Someone who doesn’t realize how awesome I am ... yet.”
“What connection would there be between my salon and you?” I ask.
He chortles. “Oh, there’s a connection.”
Paulie bops him on the back of the head. “You’re way too confident.”
“But I’m right.”
“Could be a jealous fan. Someone who sees you staring with heart eyes at Juniper.” Joey exaggerates batting his eyelashes.
My expression drops. “Or it could be thatMr. Sensational,my secret admirer, is jealous of you.”
I quickly explain about the flowers, chocolate, and most recently, the fruit bouquet.
“Junie, I assure you, your secret admirer isn’t jealous of ... himself.”
“So it is you.”
Mikey tilts his head as if asking whether I really didn’t know that. I chuckle.
I wrap my arms around his waist. “Well, thank you. That was very sweet and floral scented.”
A laugh rumbles through his chest.
Lifting my eyes to his, I add, “Also, I’m sorry for being so ... difficult these last weeks. Fifteen months.”
