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“Geez, you sound just like Faith now, but neither of you understands how the industry works – how sometimes you just have to play the game.” Chloe gave me a long glance before she went into her bathroom.
I waited patiently for her to come out, and when she did her skin glinted as if she had washed it and applied lotion.
“Should I be on my back or stomach?” she asked.
“Your back.”
She crawled onto the bed and lay down, closing her eyes.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes,” she said, “but before you start you should finish your sentence.”
“What sentence?”
“Just before the police came in you were saying something about the charity money not being the only reason you wanted to stay.”
Her eyes were still closed so she didn’t see me rub the bridge of my noise.
“I want to stay,” I said slowly. “Because I really think I can help you and because I think you deserve to be happy.”
“Thank you,” she said with a soft smile.
The moment I touched her I closed my eyes and focused on her energy, and as always Chloe was asleep only a few minutes into the treatment. She looked fragile and young as she lay so quietly on her bed.
I didn’t need to meet Chloe’s agent to know that Jane wasn’t interested in Chloe’s well-being as long as she made money. It stirred my protective side.
