THIRTEEN

Two weeks have flown by. It's been two long fucking weeks since my date with Aliyah, and I've been avoiding her ever since. I look at her phone number at least ten times a day before convincing myself not to call her. Her background check's blacked-out names make sense now.

I've known Jonas for years, and I know that he would gladly pay an arm and a leg to protect certain aspects of his life. Romina is a whole other can of worms that I'd rather not re-open. I've worked hard to avoid dealing with the delicate intricacies of life involving people I know. I don't need the conflict of interest or the headache that comes with it.

I just haven't had the words to explain everything to Aliyah. How can I tell her that I don't want to get involved with her because she's the nanny to one of my jerk friends? Besides, the whole "it's not you, it's me" thing is a little too cliché for me to use as an excuse effectively.

Instead, I threw myself headfirst i

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Marcy

Is the driver Eric or Ed?

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