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He’s not here to deliver a pizza, I think.He’s here to deliver me.Now get rid of him.

“Thanks anyway,” Colin says, slamming the door. The driver will leave when he double checks and sees he’s at the wrong address. As for Colin, he turns around and presses his back to the door as Jesse and Trixie come out of hiding. “I think that was Travis,” Colin tells them. “He’s inside of me!”

“Please don’t make that into a joke,” Jesse says wearily. “Are you sure?”

Tell him there’s such a thing as being too skeptical, I think.

Colin laughs. “Yes, it’s him. Go ahead and take control, Travis. We’re dying to hear what happened!”

I do just that and explain what I’ve been through.

“So we should be okay?” Trixie asks.

“I think so,” I reply.

“What was Ingrid doing there in the first place?” Jesse asks.

I purposely skipped over that detail because I have a question of my own. I look directly at Trixie when asking it. “Did you use the credit card for anything?”

She stares at me. Then her shoulders slump.

“Trixie!” I scold.

“Last minute flights are expensive,” she retorts. “So are rental cars. We agreed that it’s not fair to make Jesse pay for everything, remember? We’ll also need somewhere to stay when we get to Cheyenne. We can’t exactly show up at your mom’s place.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose wearily. “Please tell me you didn’t use the credit card to book all of those things.”

“Of course not,” Trixie says. “I went to an ATM and took out three thousand dollars.”

“Holy shit!” I hiss.

Jesse starts laughing. “That his bank would even allow such a large withdrawal proves how rich the guy must be.”

“That doesn’t make it okay,” I grumble.

“I’m sorry,” Trixie mumbles. “It was the only solution I could think of. The flight is reserved, but not paid for. There’s a counter at the airport that takes cash. The rest we’ll give to Jesse whenever he needs to use his credit card. I know it was a risk, but I didn’t see any other option.”

“We could have talked about it and come up with other ideas,” I point out.

Trixie winces. “My dad always said that I’m more trouble than I’m worth. I guess he was right.”

She looks so crestfallen that I can’t help but forgive her. “He was wrong,” I say, walking over to give her a hug. “You’re trouble, that’s for sure, but you’re absolutely worth it.”

“Thanks,” she murmurs, hugging me back.

“Now then,” I say after releasing her. “Who wants to skip town with me? We have a flight to catch!”

— — —

“A woman, huh?”

Trixie and I are loading up the car for the trip to Cheyenne. I switched back to Jesse’s body, craving its familiarity. And detachment. Colin is always urging me to try some prank when I’m with him, more amused by the situation than his boyfriend is. I also need some extra time with my best friend. Between discussions of what we’ll need for the trip and gathering it all together, Trixie and I haven’t had much time to talk lately.

“How’d you know?” I ask her. When telling the others what happened, I glossed over the details about who I initially possessed, keeping the pronouns neutral. “Then I madethemgo downstairs…” That sort of thing. I wanted more time to process what occurred and the implications. Turns out I wasn’t the only one.

“I saw you,” Trixie says, “sawher, when I went down to the basement.”

“To steal the violin?”