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“Well, it looked good on you. Besides, you’re not crazy.”

Kendall pulls away from me.

“Trudy is not crazy.”

“Come on, Kendall. She’s a little crazy. She’s high-maintenance and ridiculous.”

“Being high-maintenance doesn’t make her crazy!”

Tag turns around to look at her.

“Trudy makes impossible demands and throws a hissy fit when she doesn’t get her way. She walks all over people. She’s terrible for Herbie. I can’t believe they got married.”

“How dare you say that!” Kendall whisper-yells. “Herbie is lucky to have found an amazing woman like Trudy. He’s a great guy, and they’re perfect for each other.”

“You’re biased because she’s your best friend.”

“And you’re not biased? Herbie is your best friend.”

She does have a point. We’re being judgmental of Trudy because we’re protective of our friend. Kendall is protective of her friend too.

Kendall sighs. “When she’s stressed, Trudy can come off as a little much, but she’s a great person. Please just give her a chance.”

I take her hand in mine. “We will.”

“I think you’ll really like her if you get to know her.”

If Kendall likes her, she must have some redeeming qualities. We agree to be nicer to Trudy and finish the tour, continuing to chat about the animals and other things. When we get off the train, we’re all exhausted.

I kiss Kendall. “What do you say we head back to the hotel, order room service, and not leave until tomorrow.”

She grins. “That sounds great,” she says. “But can we make a pit stop first?”

“Where?”

“You’ll see when we get there,” Kendall says.

Before we can answer, she’s leading us back to the front entrance and calling a cab. As much as I’d love to get Kendall to our hotel so we can have our way with her, she seems really happy. I’d do anything she asked me to do right now. We all would.

That’s how I know we’re in deep.

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Ikeep glancing over at Kendall who sits behind me in the cab. We shouldn’t have been so harsh about Trudy. Yeah, she doesn’t seem all that great, but maybe Kendall is right. Maybe we haven’t been giving her a chance.

Kendall doesn’t seem mad anymore, but she won’t tell us where she’s taking us. She whispered our destination into the cab driver’s ear and climbed into the back seat.

I hope she actually got over us being jerks and isn’t just pretending. Maybe she’s taking us back to our hotel and then leaving for good? I don’t want to lose her.

The other guys are just as tense as I am. Kendall seems to be in good spirits, but we’ve gotten to know her this week. She can be a firecracker when she needs to be. Working at the Sunshine Program has made her strong. She would probably be a great teacher if she decided not to give the non-profit thing a chance.

“You’re not taking us somewhere to murder us, are you?”

Kendall laughs. Behind the partition, the cab driver shoots me a look. He runs his hands nervously over the steering wheel.

“No murder in my cab,” the driver says. “At least wait until you get to your destination.”