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the alcohol.
    The sudden change didn’t
get past Petra, however, who leaned over Reagan’s shoulder as she tried to
sneak a look. “Who’s that?” Petra’s voice was more than suggestive, which
automatically put her friend on the defense.
    “No one.” She replied
quickly, and tried to hide her screen as she pressed a few keys. But Petra had
snatched it from her and raced out of the room before Reagan even knew what had
happened. Again, she blamed the alcohol. “Give it back!” She insisted.
    “Well, well, well...”
Glowing with delight at the development, she handed the device back to her
friend, an I knew it expression
alighting her face.
    Rolling her eyes, Reagan
took another sip from her margarita and slipped her phone back into her pocket.
“See. It’s just Ian. He wants to get together tonight and catch up. That’s all.”
    “Yes, I’m sure catching up is exactly what he had in
mind.” She smirked, but the comment elicited absolutely no response from her
friend. Petra snatched the margarita from Reagan’s hand to get her attention.
“Tell me again why we’re going through all this when you have a perfectly hot
guy dying to get with you?”
    Reagan looked up just
long enough to glare daggers at Petra before snatching her glass back. “We’re
just friends. He’s not my type.”
    “Right.” Petra agreed,
nonchalantly nodding her head. “And I’m the Queen of Hearts.” Dancing her way
into the kitchen, she retrieved the entire sugary, messy pitcher and brought it
back into the living room with her, where she plopped it roughly to the floor.
“Whatever,” she sighed heavily, “ignore him if you want. Believe in your
mystery man Brett if you’d like. But just know, there’s probably an opportunity
there that should be taken advantage of.” Without thinking, she placed it on
top of one of the already completed checklists, which drew a sharp gasp from
Reagan before she moved it to a safer location.
    “Duly noted.” She
scowled.
    Seeming as though she
hadn’t noticed what happened, Petra plucked another clean list from the pile
and began scribbling a name at the top of the form.
    “Who’s that one for?”
Reagan stared at her quizzically. “I thought we went over everyone already.”
    “Brett.” Petra shrugged. “Seems
a shame to leave him out, seeing as how he inspired this whole drunken mess.”
She indicated the papers scattered on the floor of Reagan’s bedroom.
    “But we don’t know
anything about him.”
    “Sure we do.” Petra
decided. “We know he’s hot, according to you. We know he’s faithful – or
at least he wants to be.” Petra marked boxes as she spoke, then reconsidered.
“Hmm, maybe you’re right. You could always try to find out more.”
    “How?”
    Petra grinned
mischievously. It was that same twinkle that had caused Reagan so much concern
at the restaurant. “You could follow him.”
    “What?” Reagan tilted her
head in one of her ‘be serious’ looks.
    “Yeah, no this is
actually good.” Her skin was practically glowing with the sudden onset of
excitement. “Find out which classes he’s taking, where he lives and then just
–“
    “Have you completely lost
your mind! You’re talking about stalking the man.”
    “I prefer the term private investigation .” She corrected,
her voice suddenly taking on a serious, business-like note.
    “No.”
    “Reagan.” Petra insisted.
    “No.”
    “Then what’s the point of
all this then?” But when Reagan merely issued the look, Petra relented and moved on. “Fine.” She placed Brett’s
checklist to the side and picked up another, on which she scribbled Ian’s name.
    “What’s that?” Panic had
clearly set in. “What are you doing?”
    “Just a little insight
for you since you won’t listen to reason. Remember, you asked for this.”
    Reagan burst out laughing
as she watched her moving over the boxes. “He’s just a friend. I don’t even
think about him like that.”
    “You’re such a