“You did it to protect me, didn’t you?”“Do what?” she asked.“Stopped singing.”Amelia studied my eyes intently, and nodded.I touched her ...heek. “I can’t live without hearing your voice. It feeds my mind. It makes me happy. It makes me want to live, Amelia. I can’t live without your voice. Please, sing, for me.”Smoky gray eyes stared into mine. She saw the truth and smiled slightly. In a soft, melodious voice, one I had missed like an addict his opiate, Amelia sang.“Te regalo mi cinturaY mis. .." Five of us, we have to make arrangements for Jeff, too," Will pointed out."OK, the five of us," Tanisha said, and then pressed on with her idea. "If we can get off the plane into a rental car without being noticed, Mike can take off for Phoenix like he had the two of you aboard, and that'll keep Skyhook from being around to draw attention. The two of you can get a room under the names of Mr. and Mrs. Will Hoffman, and hide out there for a day or two. As far as that goes, Jon and I could get. I was a little jealous and upset that my parents forgot to invite me. I quickly got over it when my friend Jacob invited me to Cancun to stay at a resort all week for break. I planned on going home for the weekend to do a couple of chores and get ready for my trip next week. My parents want me to mow the lawn, wash the cars, and paint the shed in the backyard before I leave for Mexico. I honestly don’t mind because I haven’t been back home in months and I’m getting paid to do. Laura cannot agree to the alternative you have suggested. I was hoping then that we could compromise and you would give your consent to the present arrangement." What exactly is the 'present arrangement'?" she asked icily.The innuendo was barely veiled, but I decided not to take the bait. "Oh, that's simple enough. The arrangement is that I provide shelter, food, clothing, you name it - take care of all her needs in fact, for as long as Laura and her baby need it." What's in it for you?" she.