Page 96 of Raging Inferno

“Tamera.” She gasped and hurried over to the woman.

Tamera jerked her head up and flashed a relieved smile. “Pep.”

Kayne chuckled behind him. “That’s her new nickname.”

Presley slugged her coworker again. With a wince, Kayne rubbed his arm. She was incredibly strong. Dom knew it had hurt.

“What was it before?”

“Elvis.”

That tracked. It was impossible to hear Presley without Elvis.

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Tamera’s eyes widened when she spotted Presley, and she hugged her. “Oh, my gosh, it’s so good to see a familiar face. These people are so far out of my league. I feel like a fish out of water.”

“I’m glad you and Jessie are friends again,” Presley told her

The slight wince was a telling sign. “I wouldn’t go that far.”

“Aren’t you staying with her?”

“Yes, but it’s hard to converse with a drunk.”

Presley didn’t have a response to that.

“Sam has been very welcoming, though.”

Presley tried not to gape when Tamera adjusted her surgically-enhanced chest. Did she mean what Presley thought she did? Had Tamera slept with Sam under Jessie’s nose? Before she could ask questions, a woman came over to them.

“Dominic, Ms. Parrish, good to see you again.”

“Hi, Val,” Dominic said.

Presley shook her hand. “Please, call me Presley. This is my friend—”

“Kayne. We’ve met. He’s my parking buddy.”

Val shook his hand, holding on longer than necessary.

Presley raised her brows at him. How had he met the ME? She tapped Tamera’s shoulder. “This is Tamera Watts.”

Val studied Tamera. “The name sounds familiar . . .” She snapped her fingers. “Now I remember. I have a note to call you. Dwight Grubb fell ill at your house.”

Tamera flinched. “Yeah, he did.”

“I regret to inform you he passed away.”

Shock crossed Tamera’s features before she muttered, “Oh, that’s too bad.”

“I was told potential heart attack, but that wasn’t the cause.”

“No?” Tamera’s gaze darted around the room.

“He was poisoned.”

Tamera gasped, and all the color leeched from her face until she was as white as a ghost. She backed up with a hand on her chest. “Well, I didn’t do it.”

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