"Ty Newman," I say, putting my hands on my hips. "If you don't stop doing that, next time I will insist we get separate rooms."

"We wouldn't want that," he says. "Fine, I'll behave. For now."

That's as good as it's going to get.

This whole no sex thing is going to be harder than I thought.

3 p.m.

IP address.

When Ty and I get back from Malibu, Gabe is waiting for us in the living room.

He doesn't look happy.

"Where were you?" Gabe asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Malibu," I answer. "We went to see a concert last night. I thought you knew. Sorry."

"Right," Gabe says. "While you two were hooking up in a hotel, I stayed up all night working my ass off for you."

"Sorry," I say, not knowing what else I can say. I'm not going to correct Gabe and say that Ty and I didn't have sex because it's none of his business.

"You know what, it doesn't matter," he says. "We broke up. You can be out with whomever you want. It's none of my business."

"Exactly," I say, agreeing with him.

"So, Olivia," Gabe says. "She's gone off the grid. Since September there has been no phone activity, no credit cards used, not even a contact with her mom. There is nothing."

"No," I say. "She has to be talking with her mom. If she wasn't, I know she would report Olivia missing."

"Unless she is sending letters, there hasn't been any contact."

"Well, maybe she is sending letters," Ty says.

"Maybe," Gabe says, truly considering what Ty said.

"So, you have no idea where Olivia is?" I ask.

Gabe shrugs. "Maybe outside our apartment."

I shiver at the thought. It's bad enough knowing that Brian is out there, but now I have to consider the possibility that there are two people watching my every move.

"Do you think Brian and Olivia are working together?" Ty asks.

I didn't even think about that, but it makes sense.

"What about the email I got from Olivia?" I ask.

"What about it?" Gabe asks.

"Can't you trace her IP address or something?" I ask.

"Bring me your computer," he says.

"Ugh, okay," I say.

Going back to my room, I grab my computer then come back to the living room and hand it to Gabe. I'm about to offer to type in my passwords when he opens it and unlocks it himself.

"How..." my voice trails off.

"You should change your passwords," he says. "It's way too easy to figure out. It's also been the same since we started dating last year."

I should be mad at him, but he's helping me.

Memo to self: change all my passwords immediately.

I use the same password for everything, which I know is a big no-no. If Gabe was able to figure out my password that easily, surely other people would be too. Which means they have access to Staying Connected, Instagram, and all my other social media sites.

"Ugh, Gabe," I say.

"Yeah?" he asks, not looking up from the computer.

"You haven't logged into my Snapchat, right?" I ask.

Finally, he looks up. "Why? Have you been sending naughty pictures?"

My face warms at his comment. "That is none of your business."

Gabe laughs.

"Gabe, I'm serious."

"Don't worry, I haven't looked up your naughty pictures on Snapchat," he says. "Besides, it wouldn't matter if I did. I've seen it all before. We've had sex. Lots of times."

"I wouldn't say lots," I say.

I've probably had more sex with Ty in a month's span than I did with Gabe during the course of the five months we were together. I was almost relieved on the nights Gabe didn't want to have sex. That probably should have told me something.

Gabe just frowns at me, once again reminding me why I shouldn't live with my ex-boyfriend.

I should say ex-boyfriends, but technically, Ty is my boyfriend again.

Oh, my God. I have a boyfriend. And it's Ty. Oh, the irony.

"So you two are dating now. Officially," Gabe says, looking back at the computer screen.

"Yes," I say.

"Congratulations," he says, though I can hear the sarcasm in his voice.

I decide to let it slide. For now.

"Thanks," I say.

Ty remains quiet, thankfully.

"You're going to have to stop the Snapchat pictures," Ty says.

I look at him. "Why?"

"Because, what if somebody is looking at the pictures you send," he says. "Or what if somebody decides to do it now that they know you send pictures."

Gabe laughs. "I have better things to do than look at pictures of my ex-girlfriend sexting her new boyfriend."

"I will stop," I tell Ty, because I was already planning on it. "I guess you'll just have to take your own pictures."

Gabe isn't laughing anymore. "Maybe you two could not flirt in front of me. Thanks."

I roll my eyes. "Maybe this whole living together thing is a bad idea."

"I'm not leaving," Gabe says. "At least not until you are finally free of your stalker. And even then, I'm pretty sure we will be a part of each other's lives. Our dads are business partners and our families are close. There is no getting around holidays and vacations together."

"Keep in mind that I will obviously be bringing my boyfriend to these family events," I say. "I will try to be respectful towards you, but I can't tiptoe around your feelings for the rest of your life. And someday, when I'm married, I'm going to flirt with my husband in front of you."

"As long as Ty isn't that husband, I think I'll be fine," Gabe says.

"What if he is?" I ask.

Ty grins at that comment.

"I'm not saying he will be," I add, because I don't want Ty to get the wrong idea. "I'm eighteen and have many years before I get married. By then, I may have been through a lot of guys."

"Or, maybe you'll be married to me," Gabe says.

"I highly doubt that," I tell him, hoping that I don't hurt his feelings.

He just smiles. "I don't."

"Oh, my God, you are so annoying," I tell him.

"I know," he says.

"And I'm with Ty now, so respect that."

"Fine, whatever."

Ty slips his arm around my waist, and I look over at him and smile. I am glad that I said yes to him.

"Got it," Gabe says.

"Got what?" I ask.

"The IP address," he answers. "And the email was sent from a computer at a public library."

"Where?" I ask.

"From a computer at UCLA. The email address has been deleted," Gabe says.

"So it's a dead end?"

"Pretty much," he says.

"Where do we go from here?" Ty asks.

"I don't know," Gabe answers. "There isn't a whole lot else I can do unless she leaves some clues."

Ugh.

This sucks.

I just want this whole thing to be over.

"We know that Olivia is capable of killing, and that she possibly has somebody working with her," Gabe says. "We just need to be careful. Olivia is obviously a smart girl. She is staying off the grid, and she hacked into the computers at UCLA, which is not easy. I'm going to have to upgrade our computers, phones, and the security cameras in the hallway. I will make sure she can't hack them."

"How will you do that?" I ask.

"My dad wrote the programs that the White House uses," Gabe says. "And yes, I have hacked into my dad's security. Once I did that, I decided to create something better. I haven't shown anybody yet, but at this point there is no way that anybody can hack it, especially not Olivia."

"That's awesome, Gabe," I say. "I had no idea that you were interested in writing your own programs."

He frowns. "I finished it while we were dating."

"I'm beginning to see why you two didn't work out," Ty says. "You both suck at communication."

Ty is right.

I do need somebody who forces me to talk about my feelings. Unfortunately, Gabe needs the same thing. And after a year of knowing Gabe, I still don't know him. Not really. But I do know that he and I would've never worked out.

"Me, too," Gabe says.

I suck at relationships and feelings. It's one of the things I wish I could change about myself.

I guess I have Dad to think for that.

"I'm going to get to work," Gabe says, motioning towards my computer. "Mind if I keep this for a bit."

"Yeah, sure," I say.