Itwouldn't be that hard to get a reality show like the Kardashians.That was when I was handed a portfolio that they told me contained mynew temporary ...dentity. I opened it up to find a bunch of papers andsome chick's driver's license. I admit I was confused until they toldme to look more closely at the ID. It turns out I was the girl in thephoto and ID wasn't a fake. Neither were the birth certificate, socialsecurity card, and other documents and records. The papers were all forsome chick. All in their teens. He had seen the two girls in their backyard, when he was looking to see if the grass needed cutting. They had seen him, also, and came out to talk a little bit. The oldest girl, Jimmie, was a little older than him. She had graduated this spring, and was going to go to school at the University. The other was 14. Her name was Jackie. She would be a Sophomore this fall. He knew her slightly, but was better acquainted with Jimmie. The boy was named Joel. He was a Junior this. “Fine ... fine. I have to go pack; we need to leave the day after tomorrow if we’re to make it in time!”Packing an entire noblewoman’s wardrobe takes a ridiculously long time, it turned out; poor Maeve enlisted the help of four other maids, shooing me out of the room so they could get things done without me in the way. Arranging food and travel for Alistair and I, with our ten bodyguards and a contingent of soldiers, was surprisingly easy by comparison. Levi and Edric assured me they’d be fine. Shit. He could get in serious trouble this way. ‘Perhaps you and I could get better acquainted,’ she said, smiling. Her lips pursed and she tried to kiss him. ‘But, but… Mrs. Adams, aren’t you married?’ Mike desperately looked around to make sure no one was coming. If someone saw him, he would be so screwed. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy the attention, but it was a little too public for his comfort. ‘My husband doesn’t appreciate me. He barely knows that I exist, Michael. He works all day to.