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foot out.
    I’d hate to ever admit, that I went down face first in the dirt.
    “Oops.” She gasped with surprise. She probably didn’t think she’d be able to knock me all the way down. In my defense, my guard was down. Way down. As in, I watching her ass.
    “You better run fast, Baker!” I shot to my feet, really wasn’t that mad, but I had to keep up the act.
    “I’m so glad you two are getting along.” Molly said as I ran past her after she opened the front door. Sometimes she was too oblivious for her own good. This was one of those times, thank god.
    “Where’s my room?” Chloe didn’t stop to look around.
    “Up the stairs to the left.” She shouted after her. “I’m going to use the one without the bathroom for my art studio.”
    I flew up the stairs, right on Chloe’s heels. Catching her wasn’t a problem. It was the part afterwards I worried about. It would be so easy to snag her from behind and…then what? A few ideas came to mind. They involved figuring out what her lip-gloss tested like. Fruity? Sugary? Would our lips stick together with the shiny goo? Or would it just dissolve as I kissed her more thoroughly than she’d ever been kissed before?
    Chloe ran into the closest bedroom, and I forced myself to run past.
    I had to take one for the team. Kissing Chloe wasn’t an option.
    Feeling more than pissed, I went into the room next door, and decided whoever painted it had been blind or insane. It was bright orange. So bright I wondered if it was possible for paint to burn my retinas.
    The sound of sneakers squeaking to a stop brought my head up. Chloe rocked back on her heels in the doorway. “Hi.”
    I rubbed a streak of dirt on my shin. “Come to apologize?”
    “Nope,” she took a moment to survey our surroundings. I surveyed her. She looked too damn good. This morning when I saw her walking toward the van, I wondered if Chloe realized just how attractive she was. Wearing short, frayed shots and a white tank top. I could see the lace of her bra through the thin material. I told myself not to stare. But I didn’t like that other people could see her bra. I wanted to tell her to change, only I didn’t have a say in what she wore. However, if anyone got to close to her, they’d have to answer to me. If only she knew how many sticky situations I’d gotten her out of.
    “I don’t know about you, but I’m glad for the air conditioning.” I said. Her nose was pink on the tip, as were the tops of her shoulders. I’d make sure she put on sun block next time we went outside next time.
    “Yeah. It’s hot. This room is nice.”
    “I guess. If you like orange.” I rolled my eyes. Sun block? Since when did I start worrying about her getting skin cancer?
    “Not as big as the room I found.”
    “Did you call it?” I wasn’t going to take advantage of her, but it was too easy to bail from the orange hell.
    “No, was I supposed to?” she blinked innocently, slipping in to inspect the room.
    Her loss was my gain, so I took advantage and shot down the hall in a very grand moment of stupidity.
    “Dibs!” She screamed.
    Shit. That girl was smart. “Chloe, when I get my hands on you…”
    “You’ll what?”
    I shut the door to muffle the sound of her laughter. Getting my hands on her would be a bad idea. So I decided to familiarize myself with my new jail cell. It had white crown molding and a window that looked out the side of the house facing the tree with the hammock.
    It was almost two times the size times the size of the dorm I shared with Kyle, and void of bright orange paint. All in all, it was a nice room, had wood floors, plenty of space, with a walk-in closet.
    And it was wallpapered.
    In camouflage.

 
    Chapter 7
     
    Chloe
     
    Four hours later I felt sweaty and sticky and gross. My hair was starting to fall out of its ponytail, my shirt sticking to my back. I went into the sunroom to wallow in misery alone. It was on the back of the house, far from the commotion out