John Jones
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"What is this?" Keeley asked flatly the following day at lunch when Aaron dropped a small gift bag in front of her on the table as she was trying to study for her Spanish test. "Study fuel." He settled down in the chair next to her and casually began consuming his meal. She hesitantly opened the bag to see what was inside and was not expecting to see a large plastic baggie filled with red, green, and purple Skittles. Either he found a place that sold individual colors in bulk or he actually sifted…
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Being constantly on alert was exhausting. Lacy took no time at all to start up the same rumors she did the first time around—some people could be so unoriginal—but Keeley was more concerned that she had something else up her sleeve because Aaron was obnoxiously close to her all the time. It was driving her crazy. Her only defense was giving up for the time being. Aaron wanted to mess with her? Two could play at that game. Trying to blow him off and getting angry hadn't worked; if anything, he…
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Aaron was in a very good mood after lunch. His plan was working. If Lacy was all Keeley was worried about, that wouldn't be a problem forever. He was already keeping a close eye on her to see if she would try to pull anything. Pushing Keeley's boundaries as they ate benefited him twofold. First, he was able to enjoy being close to her. Second, he was able to test Lacy's spy network by seeing how quickly the news reached her. He knew about Max's involvement due to his last life but he might not be…
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"Looks like you can follow directions after all. Good. Come with me," Aaron said once he emerged with his tray, grabbing Keeley's hand again. She kept her hood up. Aaron was far too conspicuous sitting outside of the cafeteria but she didn't want to be dragged down with him. As she halfheartedly picked at her lunch, he reached out and flipped the hood off. "Hey! I was using that!" she protested as she pulled it back down. "You look like you're about to rob a convenience store," he said…
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Keeley shrunk back, wishing more than anything that she hadn't come to school today. She didn't know how to answer. Was this a rhetorical question? She absolutely planned to run away from him but didn't want to know what he would do to her if she admitted it. The moment she opened her mouth to make something up, his phone rang. "What?" Aaron barked into the speaker, still looming over her. "I got held up at school. I'll be there soon enough. You're paying him, aren't you? You can afford for him to…
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The following day, Keeley stored the brownies in a plastic container in her locker and sighed heavily. How was she going to do this without getting spotted by one of Lacy's cronies? The last thing she needed was that psychopath getting the wrong idea. Should she even be doing this? Her father's guilting tactics were second to none but she really didn't want Aaron to think she was doing this because she liked him. He had to know she didn't want anything to do with him, right? Everything she had…
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Keeley couldn't believe her father lectured her about being nice to Aaron after he left. The irony of Robert defending the man who would become an accomplice in his death after the fact was almost too much to bear. She couldn't listen to more than a few sentences before interjecting. "He isn't like what you think, Dad. He's a snake in disguise." "Everyone has their own circumstances. It's our job to be understanding even if we don't know them," he replied and handed her the photo box. "Here. Maybe…
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It had been almost twenty-seven years since the day Aaron lost his wife and he could remember that awful day as well as if it had been twenty-seven minutes ago. He said such horrible things to get her to leave. Lacy—and more importantly, the unidentified father of her baby—were after his assets and the title of Mrs. Hale in order to control him. Their methods were despicable. They already took out Robert Hall to get to Keeley and he didn't have a shred of real proof to convict them. He hid his…
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Robert's eyes widened and Aaron was tempted to laugh. He had the same reaction the first time Keeley bragged about her boyfriend's accomplishments. "That…wow. That's a lot of languages for someone your age." He shrugged. His parents enrolled him in language lessons before he was even in elementary school. "Language acquisition is easier the younger you are. I'm working on Portuguese and Italian as well since they share similar components to Spanish and French but I wouldn't call myself…
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Aaron stared at the endless walls of stickers in the craft store and amended his earlier thought. How was he supposed to know what to get out of all of this?! It was beneath his dignity to ask for help but the only other option he could think of was buying out the entire store. He would do that in a heartbeat if not for the fact that Keeley lived in a three bedroom apartment and it wouldn't all fit. He pulled out his phone and dialed his driver's number. "Carlton, do you know anything about…
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