Immortally Yours by Ashlyn Chase Page B

clicked some keys and asked her, “What do you want your
log-in name to be?”
    She shrugged. “Lizette, I guess.”
    “Lizette?”
    “Well, that’s my name.”
    “You might want to use something harder to guess in case
someone gets a hold of it. You don’t want them having access to all your
private stuff.”
    “Oh, well then put in Lourdes.”
    “Hmm, okay…” Hank began typing in the word lords.
    “No. L-o-u-r-d-e-s.”
    “Oh, that’s a place in France, right? Some kind of holy
shrine or something?”
    “It’s where I’m from.”
    “Ah, I thought you were speaking with a French accent.” A
sly look appeared in his eyes. “How long have you lived in Seattle?”
    “About twenty years.”
    “Really? You must have been a baby, yet you still have the
accent.”
    Damn, I slipped. “Oh, well, you know. French parents
and trips back to my mother’s family every summer…”
    “Yeah, I guess I can see how you’d pick up an accent.
Anyway, I need you to pick a password.”
    “That should be hard to guess too, non ?”
    “Yes… I mean, right. If you use a word or something, it’s a good
idea to stick a number in there somewhere.”
    “Okay, make it Paris-X-2.”
    “Why the X? Did something naughty happen in Paris?” His grin
looked smarmy.
    Lizette couldn’t help becoming annoyed by this guy’s
ulterior motives. He had been leering at her since he arrived.
    “How much is all this stuff going to cost me?”
    “How about having dinner with me? Just don’t tell your
boyfriend. It seems as if he thinks he owns you.”
    Lizette jammed her hands on her hips. “No man owns me. But I
won’t be taking all this stuff from you for nothing, either, so…how much?”
    He shrugged. “We can talk about that later. Now I’m going to
get you hooked up to the internet. I’ll just use your telephone for now. Later,
if you want broadband, they’ll need to come set up the connection for you.”
    “Network? Like TV?”
    He laughed. “Yeah. Kind of. You really don’t know a thing
about this, do you?”
    “I told you…”
    He nodded. “Yes, you did. It’s hard to believe you didn’t
learn this in school, though. Where did you go? Some Catholic school from the
middle ages or something?”
    Again she had slipped up. “I went to Catholic school, yes.”
    “Do you still have your uniform?” He waggled his eyebrows.
    Now he was really getting on her nerves. “Look, why don’t I
figure out how that light works while you do your thing.”
    He shook his head, smiling. “Whatever.”
    Lizette crossed to the couch and began inspecting the other
equipment he had brought. She was afraid he wouldn’t take any money for that,
either. Well, she probably had enough to get him out of her hair once he was
finished showing her how to use things, but she wanted him out!
    Weird noises came from the laptop as Lizette put together
the tripod and set up the lighting. See, I’m not so helpless. She shone
the light on the blank wall and noticed how it dramatically changed the shade
of the wall. What had appeared gray suddenly became bright white.
    “Hey, I see you got the light to work.”
    “Of course,” she said, tipping her chin up. “I’m quite good
with mechanical devices. It’s the electronics that I still need to learn and
I’m sure I will in time.”
    “There’s nothing to it. With my help you could—”
    “Oh, I don’t think I’ll require your help much longer. My
boyfriend will want to show me what I need to know.”
    Hank knitted his brows. “Well, I can show you how to
download your pictures and you can get started putting them in your files right
away. I thought that’s what you wanted to do.”
    She shrugged. “Well, of course. But I only have a few that
I’ve taken so far.”
    “Well, I’ve got you onto the internet and I’m setting up an
email account for you. You’ll be able to find them easily because I created a
shortcut on your desktop.”
    Lizette rushed over. “You did what to my