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Chapters (38)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
  4. CHAPTER 1
  5. CHAPTER 2
  6. CHAPTER 3
  7. CHAPTER 4
  8. CHAPTER 5
  9. CHAPTER 6
  10. CHAPTER 7
  11. CHAPTER 8
  12. CHAPTER 9
  13. CHAPTER 10
  14. CHAPTER 11
  15. CHAPTER 12
  16. CHAPTER 13
  17. CHAPTER 14
  18. CHAPTER 15
  19. CHAPTER 16
  20. CHAPTER 17
  21. CHAPTER 18
  22. CHAPTER 19
  23. CHAPTER 20
  24. CHAPTER 21
  25. CHAPTER 22
  26. CHAPTER 23
  27. CHAPTER 24
  28. CHAPTER 25
  29. CHAPTER 26
  30. CHAPTER 27
  31. CHAPTER 28
  32. CHAPTER 29
  33. CHAPTER 30
  34. CHAPTER 31
  35. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  36. Also by Melonie Johnson
  37. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  38. Newsletter Sign-up

The fact that Penelope was turning to his best friend for advice shouldn’t bother Luke, but it did. He was her big brother. It was his job to look out for her. A job he’d always taken seriously, especially after she’d gotten sick when they were kids. And even though his sister’s health had been fine for years, even though he knew Pen was growing up and didn’t need his help as much as she used to, Luke still liked being the one she turned to first, the one whose opinion she trusted most.

Jay stroked his chin in contemplation. “I think we should try it Luke’s—I mean Lance’s—way.”

Well, at least his best friend was agreeing with him, even if he was giving him shit at the same time. And what the hell was wrong with choosing Lance anyway? It was a perfectly good name.

“Besides,” Vijay added, wiggling his eyebrows, “this means we get to be in charge, Pen.”

That didn’t sit too well, either. “Wait a minute.” Luke frowned. “Technically, I’m still in charge.”

“There’s the Luke I know and love.” Penelope shook her head, exasperated. “You said you wanted me to be game master.” She crossed her arms. “Technically,” she added in a mocking echo, “that means I’m in charge.”

“If you insist on getting technical—”

“You started it.”

Luke ignored the jab and continued, “As I was saying, yes I want you to take over as GM, but I see it more as you playing a role.”

Her gray eyes narrowed to slits. “Playing a role.”

“Sure.” Luke hastened to explain. “Like I’m going to be pretending to be a guest in the game. Really, I’ll still be in charge of all the behind-the-scenes stuff. I don’t expect you to actually take charge of everything—”

“Because you don’t think I can handle it.” She scowled.

“I didn’t say that.”

“I am not a helpless little kid, Luke!” Penelope stomped her foot.

He raised an eyebrow. At this moment, she looked exactly like a child throwing a tantrum.

She must have gotten the message, because she straightened her shoulders and took a slow, deep breath. Her face relaxed, and when she spoke again her voice was calm and cool. “I have a degree in business with a focus in hospitality. Unlike you, Mr. Programmer, I’m good with people. I can handle this just fine.”

“It’s more than just that, Pen. And you know it. I’ve created and led LARPs before. You haven’t.”