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Nick.”
    I went back to the bed, picked up the folder, and went over to the closet.  Buried deep in the corner was a black duffel bag.  After unzipping it, and pulling out the countless wigs I had worn over the years, I shoved the folder on top of my money and my stash of fake IDs and replaced the wigs.  I reminded myself that this was it as I zipped it back up.  This was the last job I was doing; then that con artist supply kit was getting burned.
    I heard my cell phone vibrate across the nightstand and walked over to pick it up.  The screen lit up with a text from an unknown number. It read: I know what you're doing.
    I felt my heart race as I looked around the room and out the window.  Did someone see me looking through the information on Tucker.  It was impossible.  I lived on the third floor and there was no one in my room.  I pick up my phone and my fingers began firing back: Really?  That's funny seeing as how I barely know what I'm doing most of the time.
    I smiled at my reply.  Two could play this game mystery texter.
    Mystery Texter: LOL.  You're just as funny as your are beautiful.  And don't feel bad about not knowing what you're doing...  I have that effect on women.
    The arrogance of the text seeped off the screen. Of course it was him.
    Me: Not LOLing.  You're just as arrogant as you are full of shit, Tucker Kline.
    “ Take that,” I chuckled.
    Tucker:  Just as smart too and I know you are LOLing just a little bit.
    Me: How'd you get my number?
    Tucker: Let's just say your friend is a “presh.”
    Me: Brynn = Traitor.
    Tucker: Don't blame her.  I would have gotten it one way or another.
    Me: So... you said you know what I'm doing.   What is that exactly?
    Tucker: Dreaming about going on a date with me.
    Me: ROFLMAO!  You really are full of yourself. 
    Tucker: You know you love it.  So when are we going out?
    I needed to make him chase me.  If I knew one thing, guys like Tucker weren't used to being told “no.”  He was probably used to girls falling at his feet.  If I'm going to make him fall in love with me, and hand over the purse strings, then I was going to have to make him work for it.  Then, he'd be putty in my hands when he finally thought he had me.
    Me: What makes you think I'm even interested in going out with you?
    The phone sat silent for what seemed like eternity.  Shit. Maybe I was playing this all wrong .  When my screen lit up with his name I quickly clicked over to the message screen.
    Tucker: What makes you think you're not? ;-)
    I tossed the phone on the bed, grinning ear-to-ear, and grabbed my shower gear.  If Tucker Kline thought I was going to bend to his will, he had another thing coming.  Nick had mentioned that the Sigmas were practicing for an intramural baseball game.  All I had to do was show up and, if I knew Tucker, he'd take the bait and chase right after me.
    As I ran a thin line of charcoal colored liner across my eyelid and worked on my game plan, Tucker's blue eyes kept flashing in my mind.  It was going to be a challenge not to fall for his charm.  I would have been more confident about this particular job if Tucker didn't look the way he did.  Nick, Nick, Nick, I repeated internally to remind myself of the job I needed to do.  I channeled my inner Evelyn and continued to prep for my date.  Did I mention Evelyn's day job?  She was a dancer. Yes, that kind of dancer.  In that line of work you learn how to turn off your emotions, and that's exactly what I learned from Evelyn.  She managed to work her way out of the strip clubs and into a very powerful, wealthy circle of acquaintances.  She'd bounce around from guy to guy, letting each one of them provide for her until she'd had her fill. Then, it was on to the next. It made for a shitty childhood for Nick.  He bounced around with her and the money, but as soon as he was old enough he had as little to do with his mother as possible.  I think that more than anything the two of us