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in on your projects, and Ryan and I’ll be back just as soon as we can.”
    Eve frowned as Ryan and Angela went out the door. She’d been planning to discuss her project with Ryan, but Angela had stolen him away. Of course, that wasn’t completely accurate. Ryan had volunteered to go. To make matters even worse, he’d left without even bothering to say good-bye to her.

CHAPTER TWO
    There was no way she could write, not when she was this upset. Eve frowned at her computer screen, and then she glanced at the clock on her desk. She had another hour to finish her required pages, but she’d only gotten as far as the title. After typing and deleting at least seven, she’d finally settled for The Vampire’s Vacation .
    Angela and Ryan had been gone for over an hour. When they’d come back, they’d been laughing and talking as if they were old friends. Eve had fumed as everyone else had raved about the take-out Chinese. It had been good, Eve had to admit that, but the whole group had acted as if Angela had spent hours and hours over a hot stove, cooking it herself.
    When the last fortune cookie had been opened, everyone had gone back up to their rooms to work on their projects. Eve had gone to her room, and here she was, an hour later, still struggling with the opening sentence of her book. Why hadn’t she told Professor Hellman she was writing about fashion? It would have been a lot easier. At least she knew something about fashion.
    Eve took a deep breath and started to type. She’d fill up her pages even if they weren’t very good. It was like homework. You had to do it. And maybe she’d feel more inspired tomorrow.
    There was a frown on Eve’s face as she described the setting and introduced her main character. A beachfront hotel, very exclusive, resort of the rich and famous. A beautiful woman, Rochelle Dubois, who’d gone on vacation to search for romance and excitement. It should have been fine, but it wasn’t. Rochelle wasn’t very interesting at all, and Eve couldn’t figure out how to make her more appealing.
    Describing Rochelle’s clothes filled up most of the pages, and listing what she’d ordered for dinner took another whole page. Painting a verbal portrait of her hotel room took another three pages, and Eve smiled as she stopped in the middle of a paragraph. She was finished. She’d done the required number of pages, and she wasn’t going to write another word. Rochelle Dubois could just hang there, half in and half out of her bubble bath, until tomorrow!
    Eve gave a sigh of relief and pressed the button that would print her work. She was done, and it wasn’t a moment too soon! Now all she had to do was collect her pages from the fourth-floor printer and she’d be finished with her assignment for the first day.
    As Eve walked down the hallway, she noticed that everyone else was still working. Beth was staring out her window, her forehead furrowed in concentration, and Eve wondered just how hard it was to write a poem. She could do one right now, but she doubted that Beth would want to use it. It would be about the workshop and the students who were here.
    Eve grinned as she thought of one. Roses are red, fuchsia is pink. Angela Adams makes this workshop stink! She could write a poem about Ryan, too, one that he wouldn’t appreciate. Ryan Young is really dumb if he thinks Angela Adams is such a plum.
    Tracie was working, her fingers typing busily at her keyboard. There was a soft, almost longing expression on her face, and Eve knew she was writing about the hero of her romance. He’d be rich, and handsome, and powerful. And the woman in Tracie’s story would fall head over heels in love with him.
    Cheryl was working, too. As she wrote, she munched on a plate of cookies next to her keyboard. Eve watched while Cheryl ate one and then reached for another. Perhaps writing a cookbook wasn’t good for Cheryl.