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“No. He might entertain in a VIP, but everything is decided in his office.”

“Are there any entrances near there? There must be one for inventory,” Harrison says.

Eva considers. “Loading dock services the stock room.”

Another cookie goes down, this one close to Mischa’s office.

My heart thuds. “So, if the police can get in while he’s doing that deal…”

“They can bring him down,” Harrison says.

Eva takes another cookie, and we wait for her to place it.

“Well?” Harrison prods, clearly impatient.

Eva nibbles the corner. “Well, what?”

Harrison rises. “You need to go back to him before he suspects anything. We’ll let you know when we need you.”

“You still have my number?” she asks as she follows him.

“Someone will be in touch.”

She flinches at the dismissal. It’s deluded, but I feel for her, so I walk with them to the door.

“We didn’t offer you ice,” I realize when she turns outside on the landing.

“Oh. This is a day old.” Her full lips press together, blue eyes shifting over mine. “It wasn’t an easy decision to come here.”

I think of my decision to hide my assault, how some of the women my cousin helps with her charity are victims of assault by their partners. Eva isn’t someone I’d empathize with, but seeing her like this, it’s impossible not to.

She’s halfway to her car when I chase after her, lowering my voice so only she can hear. “I know Harrison said we’d call you, but if you need help?—“

“He loves you.” Her voice is wistful. Then her eyes narrow, the faintest smirk marring her pretty features. “Good luck with that.”

She might not betray Harrison, either out of loyalty or pragmatism.

But she’ll fuck me over if she gets the chance.

25

RAE

“When were you going to tell me about La Mer?” Annie demands over FaceTime when I call her on the weekend. “You’re playing the biggest club in the world, and I had to find out from social?!”

“It’s been a crazy time.”

My final show at Bliss last night was bittersweet.

I played some new stuff I’ve been working on, but with the shadow of what we’re about to do hanging over my head, I couldn’t relax into it.

“How are you and Harry?”

I think of the texts he sent me last night.

Harrison: Play me a song.

Rae: Something you can fuck your hand to later?

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