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Mia rolls her eyes.

“Thought so,” I go on. “So we’re in agreement, right? You want the play and so do I. I suggest we put our differences aside and get along, for the good of the play.”

“Uh huh. Sure, whatever.”

“I think we should get together. Run our lines so when we practice tomorrow, Tori will be so impressed with us she’ll think she’s dreaming.”

Mia raises a brow. “Tori?”

“Miss Lane.”

Mia takes a moment to think it over. “I guess you’re not leaving the play and neither am I. So we need to…tolerate each other.”

“Yup. Can we meet at your house?”

She twists her nose, as if the thought of me being in her house disgusts her.

I bend close, and she steps away. Am I seriously a contagious disease?

“The faster we get this over with, the faster we can move on.” I hold up my hands. “Or we can keep arguing like we did today and tick off Miss Lane and the entire cast and crew. Your call.”

She tucks some black hair behind her ear. “Fine. I guess you’re right.”

I press my hand to my heart, eyes wide. “Did Mia Park just say I’m right?”

She rolls her eyes. “Do you have a car or should I ask Coach Barrington to drive us to my house?”

“I have a car. Unless you don’t want to get into my disease-filled car.”

“I think I’ll live. Unfortunately.”

As she leads me out of the building, I say, “You know, you’re kind of dramatic.”

She snickers. “I’m more than kind of dramatic. And I’m proud of it. So if you’re trying to insult me, it won’t work.”

I stop walking. “I wasn’t trying to insult you.”

She pauses and turns around. “Whatever, I don’t really care. Can we please not talk? It’s a waste of time for me to speak to you.”

“Nice,” I mumble as I catch up to her. We leave the building and I take us to my car, one of the only ones left in the parking lot. Mia gets in the back, and once I’m buckled in, I find her reading a book.

She wasn’t kidding when she said she didn’t want to talk to me. Well, fine, then. We don’t have to talk. We’ll need to figure out how to practice our scenes without speaking, but I’m going to leave that to her to sort out.

Chapter Fourteen

Mia

Declan’s car smells good.

It’s probably rented, but it has that Declan scent that one can smell miles away. A charming smell that would make all his HartHeads get down on their knees and ask him to be his wife. I know a smell can’t be charming, but trust me, it is.

As I read my book for book club, I feel him glancing at me from time to time through the rearview mirror—probably trying to see if I’m still alive, since I’m in the back. There was no way I was going to sit near him in the passenger seat. Although, I don’t know why he would care if I’m alive, considering he tried to murder me today, but it’s for the good of the play. As much as I hate the circumstances I’m in, he’s right. There’s no play without Declan Hart.

We’ve been driving in silence most of the time—the only exchange being him asking me for my address—but then he says, “Do you mind if I put on music?”

“It’s fine.”

“What music do you like?”

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