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To Hate Adam Connor(10)
Author: Ella Maise

“Yes,” Jason said, reaching to take the suitcase out of Olive’s hand. “There was a change in the schedule.”

“Oh, I’m gonna miss you.” She gave me a tight hug and followed Jason outside. “I’m really sorry for leaving you like this. I swear as soon as I’m back—”

“You’ll make it up to me,” I said, finishing her sentence before she could get into another long-winded apology. “It’s only a week, Olive. Pray for me while you’re over there so I can find a job by the time you guys come back.”

“About that,” she murmured as she sat down on the bench right outside their door to put on her shoes. “I sent you an email with a few contact numbers attached to it. While we are on our way to the airport I’ll forward you some emails too.”

“And what do you want me to do with those emails again?”

“Not much. I want you to play my agent.”

Done with her shoes, she got up and stood in front of me.

“Play your agent?” I asked, confused.

“Look, you don’t want to be an accountant. There. I said it. You might be good with numbers, but that’s not your calling. And before you say no—”

“Olive?” Jason called out, holding the passenger door open for his wife. Olive looked over her shoulder. “We have to leave. Can you call Lucy on the way to the airport?”

“I’m coming, just give me a second.”

When she turned back to look at me, I had a frown on my face. “Olive—”

“I’m not doing it for you, Lucy. I’m asking for your help. You flaked on me when I needed to talk to the movie studio the first time, so you can’t say no to this too. I talked to a good number of agents, and we don’t see eye to eye. I doubt they even read my book. You inhaled every line of that book; if someone has to sell it, I want it to be you. And before you say it, if I start negotiating for future book and audiobook deals, I won’t have a single minute to write. You’ll help your friend out, right? ’Cause you’re the bestest of the best friends, right?” She lifted her eyebrows, waiting on an answer from me.

“Olive, I have a business major. I know nothing about being a literary agent.”

She started to back away from me and lifted her hands up. “Just add up some numbers then multiply them, do whatever the hell you do with numbers, and find out which deal is better for me. I have to make a decision before I’m done writing.”

“I don’t think the numbers should be your only worry, Olive,” I yelled after her as she headed toward the black car. “What are they offering you in terms of marketing? Are they planning something you couldn’t do yourself if you were to self-publish again?”

Reaching Jason’s side, she yelled back, “See? You already know the right questions to ask. Just talk to them, okay? I’ll call you when we land.” With those last words, she hopped into the car.

“I don’t like your wife very much right now,” I grumbled loudly enough so Jason could hear. His eyes found mine, and he smiled.

He glanced into the car then looked back at me with a bigger smile on his lips. “She says she loves you, too.”

I rolled my eyes and waved at Jason, ready to get back inside.

“Lucy?” Jason called out.

“Yes?” I answered, peeking behind the door.

“Take care of yourself, okay? Call Tom if you need anything at all.”

“Aw, you love me too.” I pressed my hands against my heart and sighed, dramatically. “I knew you secretly wanted to adopt me. I’m the daughter you never knew you wanted, aren’t I?” I asked, batting my eyelashes.

Jason just shook his head before hopping in next to Olive.




The days following Olive’s departure to London passed as you would expect them to: fairly uneventfully.

The number of job interviews I’d had: two.

The number of phone calls I’d gotten from Olive: countless.

The number of phone calls I’d gotten from my grandma, Catherine: three.

And let me tell you, that was three phone calls more than I wanted. As much as I wished I could, I couldn’t avoid her for eternity, but I did put off talking to her as much as I could.

And, umm…the number of ladder climbs I’d done in the first few days after Olive left…well…that would be eight. By day three, I’d climbed that ladder a total of eight times. No eye rolling, please. What would you have done? Don’t tell me you wouldn’t be curious. There is no fucking way you’d shrug and say whatever, I’ll just pretend he doesn’t exist—not if the next-door neighbor was Adam Connor.

Anyway. I didn’t see the guy until the fourth day anyway, so you can hold off on the judging.

I had just ventured outside, a pretty coffee mug in one hand and a printed copy of one of the offers Olive had gotten from one of the big five publishers in the other when I heard the unmistakable sound of a child’s giggle. Obviously, I had to drop everything and go investigate, because that’s what good housesitters do. What if it wasn’t a kid’s giggle but thieves I’d heard? Things like that totally happen all the time, and since I’m a good friend, I looked into it. Obviously my only intention was to protect my best friend’s house.

I tried to be as quiet as possible when I neared the wall and started climbing up. Raising my head just enough so I could see what was going on on the other side, I spotted my prey just stepping out into the backyard.

“Holy mother of…”

Trying not to lose my balance, I reached for my phone—which I had of course concealed in my bra—found Olive’s name, and hit dial.


“I’m in love,” I admitted in a rush.

“That was quick. I thought you were never saying those words to another man again.”

“This one can have anything and everything he wants from me.”

“Who’s the lucky guy? And did you have to find him when I wasn’t there to approve?”

I ignored her question and instead said, “I have a question for Jason. Could you please be so kind as to relay it to him?”

In an amused tone, she said, “I’ll try. Hit me.”

“Where do they breed these Hollywood people? Like, is there a farm we can visit to pick out the ones we like best? I would just like to have a look-see. If there is a place like that and you’ve been keeping it from me…I’m not sure I can be your friend anymore.”

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