To help her with her planning.

“To help you make your dreams come true, in every possible sense of the word,” Mark said as he tossed her diary back to her. “You’re good at a lot of things, but planning obviously isn’t one of them, otherwise you wouldn’t have left evidence lying around, certainly not around your father. We both know how he would react, given the warning her gave me when I started tutoring you…” his voice trailed off and for a moment she was sure she could see fear in those usually mocking eyes.

She wasn’t a planner, or really a thinker and couldn’t see any way to use that. Mark was a thinker though. She didn’t like him, but she didn’t doubt his intelligence, if he would help her, then she didn’t need to worry about getting caught (or so she thought). The question of why he would want to help her briefly occurred to her, but she dismissed it with the confidence of a girl who’d had boys begging to help her with anything since she first started to…develop.

“You can really help me make these come true?” Nicole asked, her hands stroking the diary that was pressed to her impressive chest and her baby blues twinkling at him.

“Of course, all it takes is the four Ps: Planning, Preparation, Perspiration and…Passion,” Mark replied.

Nicole was very comfortable with that notion from her cheerleading practice. “Where do we begin?” she asked eagerly.