haotic mix of espresso machines hissing
a lifeline. The caffeine was making her hands shake wo
te her, scrolling through
, not looking up. "Claudine is posting passive-aggressiv
of foam spilled onto he
. "I'm commenting with vomit
nd. As she moved, the cashmere scarf she
ea g
he next table turned around. Azalea droppe
is that on
the tender spot just below her ear. A da
aught her, the way her head had snapped to the side. The bruise must be from that, or perha
ing the scarf tighter. "I must have
e wide, predatory. "That's not a fall, that's a hickey. A wor
ribs. She couldn't say Your Dad.
za said, looking down at
shot up. "Older? L
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r phone cut her off. It began to ring, vi
ID flashe
contact nam
, her posture straightening
las's voice on the other end, though she couldn't make out t
ght now? But we hav
ew seconds, then sighed. "
d looked at El
the flagship
ach dropped.
d 'appropriate attire
Eliza
d her bag. "Come on. You d
ver Aston Martin was gleaming in the sun, dr
molding to her body. She pushed the start button, and the engine ro
life, eventually, Azalea lau
ain road toward the city. The skyline loomed ah
earview mirror. She adjusted the scarf
e, Dallas had left a mark on her. And he ha
like a
it up. Eliza had paired her phon
popped up on the center co
: Anso
ing games. Come ho
. She let out
ead. "It's actually creepy. Good thing yo
eering wheel tighter
ity, between herself and Anson. But she was driving straight towar
no idea what
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