Chapter Fourteen

David Anya was halfway down the block when I caught up with her, running. Her pace, on the other hand, was steady and un-rushed. She kept walking as I sprinted up to her side breathing heavily. "Anya, we've got problems." She turned to me, briefly silent, but curiosity growing within her. "What is it?" "Well.one: Alex knows you know about the 'deal'. I think he's gonna kill you. Two: Nicole's in my room and I don't know how to get rid of her." Turning to face me, Anya responded. "What do you mean; you don't know how to get rid of her? Ask her to go. Tell her something came up-which isn't all that far from the truth. And if she doesn't go then, I'd be happy to knock her out and dump her outside." "I'd rather you didn't." "Fine.you knock her out and." She smiled, assuring me that she'd only been kidding. "We'll think of something." I grinned back. "Yeah.together." I put my arm around her quickly and hugged her. Then I released her and turned. "I gotta go." "Back to Nicole?" "Back to Nicole." She turned her head and called. "This isn't working it out together!" I grabbed her, spun her around, and began walking back to the building. "Now it is." I answered, locking arms with her. Anya looked up and over at me, as if she was about to protest my action. But then her smile just broadened as we walked together, both trying to come up with a plan that might be acceptable to the other.and doable.