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Hush:Lunch would be great. Hope you like Mexican.
 You forbid me?
 Yes, damnit, I forbid you!
 Get a grip! I slammed shut the phone and threw it on my bed. Who in the hell did he think he was?
Forbidding me to do anything? Jack had to be out of his mind. I wasn t his kid, his servant, or his slave.
Hell, I ve never even been to his house.
Rugby:I do enjoy a good burrito on occasion.
Hush:Good, because you ve come to the right place. We have a ton of them here.
I tried to keep my tone light, but I pounded the keys as I wrote, my fingers sounding like a machine gun.
My cell phone started to ring again, and I just ignored it, turning only to toss a pillow over the device.
Rugby and I continued to chat about eateries in Wichita, while my phone continued to screech behind
me. Frustrated, I got up and reached the thing, shutting it off.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
I almost jumped out of my chair.
I didn t have to look through the peephole to know who was there.
 Lynn! Jack yelled through the door.
 Go away, Jack.
 Open this door.
 Go away. Or I ll call the police.
 No, you won t.
 Go away, Jack. I turned and went back in my bedroom to continue my talk with Rugby.
Rugby must have had his psychic radar on, because he immediately asked if everything was okay. I just
blew him off, telling him I was having trouble with the neighbors.
Which was going to be true enough if Jack didn t go away.
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I tipped my head to the side, and all was quiet outside my door.
 Serves him right, I muttered. I went back to typing with Rugby. We talked for a few minutes about the
fan fiction story we d been working on together, and he emailed me the copy of his side of the he
said/she said story. Basically, we d agreed to write the same story, just from different points of view, for
something a little different.
It was working surprisingly well too. So well, as a matter of fact, I wondered if there wasn t a nugget of
something that could be developed into a commercially viable story.
Ahh, to make money with my writing.
What a concept.
A weird noise made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and I jerked at my desk. The noise
made me come out of my bedroom, armed only with the heavy glass that I had drunk my lemonade in,
and I tiptoed toward the door.
There was a strange crackling noise.
Then I saw it.
The tumblers to the deadbolt clicked. The lock started to turn. I raised my glass and as soon as the door
opened, I hurled the glass at the person in the doorway.
And it collided with Jack Edward s big fat head.
 Ouch! Goddamnit, Lynn. He rubbed his forehead.
He held two of those long, skinny lock pick things, and a red bump was already coming out on his head.
Man, my dad would be proud, he always said I was a horrible shot.
 What the hell do you think you re doing? Did you just pick my lock?
 Lynn, we need to talk. Jack put the stick things in his pocket and closed the door.
 You just broke into my apartment. Way to go, Captain Obvious, I berated myself. Somewhere in my
mind, I knew that there was more I should be mad about, that his breaking in shouldn t be my focus.
Yet all I could think about was how easily he entered my apartment. And Jack was a nobody. What
would a skilled thief be able to do?
My heart hammered in my chest. No longer did the extra hundred dollars a month I paid in rent seem
significant for security.
 And you should have your chain thrown when you re here alone. But that s not why I m here.
I still couldn t get over him picking my lock.  You just& 
Jack muttered under his breath as he locked the door and threw the chain, then headed into the kitchen.
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My brain started registering everything Jack s sudden bossiness, the lock thing, which was completely
freaking me out, his sneaking off in the morning, the rose, everything.
Him telling me I couldn t see one of my authors, that was the last straw.
 Who in the hell do you think you are? Barging into my house, make that breaking into my house, telling
me who I can and can t talk to? You don t have that power over me. And you don t even know anything
about who I want to meet anyway. I put my hands on my hips. Jack didn t have a clue what he was
talking about.Buffy fans were few and far between. I could trust Rugby.
 Lynn, he snapped at me as he came out of the kitchen. He had a rag with ice wrapped in it, held to his
head.
 What?
 Shut up and listen to me.
The tone made everything I saw turn red. How friggin dare he tell me who I could or couldn t talk to or
go see.
 No! You need to get the hell out of my home before I call the police about breaking and entering. You
just broke into my apartment. You can t do that.
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