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I had no idea what she was talking about. “Oh.”
“It’s about a woman who nearly kills her sister with her freezing superpower.”
“Sounds action-packed.”
“It was. You should go see it.”
“Maybe I will.”
Patsy clicked her neck from side-to-side and gestured to the two women, stumbling with Johnno. “They were the last two to leave.”
“Good. I need a long hot bath and more painkillers.”
“Wait a minute, you have a bath in your room?”
I winked. “Of course I do.”
“Ripped off.”
We made our way back into the venue and Patsy veered toward the elevators. “Thought you said you had a date with your bathtub?”
“I do. I just need to grab my clutch from backstage and then lock up the room.”
“Need a hand?”
“No. You go ahead.”
“Okay. Goodnight, Helena.”
“’Night, Patsy. And great work this evening.”
She held up her hand like Katniss inThe Hunger Games, but she looked more like Hitler, her posture stiff. I waved then entered the function room just as the guys were filing out.
“Sorry, lady,” Brad said, placing his hand on my shoulder. “You’re too late. The show is over.”
“Haha, very funny.”
He stepped aside to let me through the door.
“Great job tonight,” I said, slipping past Lucas and avoiding eye contact. “All of you really upped the ante.”
“It was a great night, wasn’t it?” Cori added. “I got some fantastic shots.”
“Oh, good. I’d like to see them tomorrow.”
“Sure.”
“You coming out for drinks?” Josh asked. He pulled Cori to his side and kissed her blonde head.
“What … now?”
“Young, the night is.”
“It’s just gone midnight, Noah!”
“Young, the night is,” he repeated.
“Not for me it’s not.” I lifted one of my crutches. “Thank you, but I’m gonna have to decline.”
