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2025-05-13 21:02:23I turned, following her gaze, and sure enough—there was Alex Thorne, pushing through the crowd, looking like he'd just run a marathon. His hair was disheveled, his shirt partially untucked, his expression frantic.
He spotted us and made a beeline for our table, relief washing over his face when he saw Maya.
"Thank God," he said, slightly out of breath. "Are you okay? What happened?"
Maya's entire demeanor shifted. The drunken playfulness disappeared, replaced by something more complicated—anger, relief, and vulnerability all at once.
"Alex," she said, her voice small. "You came."
"Of course I came. You called me." He looked at me, confusion clear on his face. "How did she get here? What happened?"
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Troy"Where's Maya?" Fiona asked, her voice tight.The question hung in the air, and all the pieces suddenly started clicking together in my head. Fiona luring Maya and Olivia here, disappearing for hours, now showing up looking like hell—none of it made sense unless she was up to something."What, you two best friends now?" I asked, straightening my shirt as casually as I could manage. "Last I checked, you were firmly on Team Daniel."Fiona's eyes narrowed. "That's none of your business."I took a moment to really look at her. The Fiona Kingston I knew was always perfectly put together—designer clothes, flawless makeup, not a hair out of place. The woman standing in front of me was... different. Thinner, yes, with dark circles under her eyes. But there was something else, something in the way she carried herself.She kept shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Her eyes darted around, never settling on one spot for long. And her hands—they wouldn't stay still, constantly adju
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"So you're what, some kind of moral PI? Only taking on righteous cases?"He laughed again. "Hardly. I take cases that interest me and pay well. But I have lines I don't cross."I drained my glass, the alcohol warming me from the inside. Julian signaled for refills without asking. This time, I didn't watch the bartender like a hawk."What about you?" he asked. "Maya said you're some kind of design genius.""Maya exaggerates," I said automatically. "I'm the creative director at her foundation. I handle the aesthetic side, she handles the vision, Olivia handles the logistics and legal stuff.""Sounds like a good team.""It is. Or was, until tonight." I shook my head. "I still can't believe they ended up here, of all places.""Your friend—Fiona, was it?—seems to have interesting taste in meeting spots.""She's not my friend," I corrected. "She's Maya's sister, technically. And she's bad news."Julian nodded thoughtfully. "Family is rarely simple."Something about the way he said it made m
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"Make it a double."The words were out of my mouth before my brain caught up. I watched Julian signal the server, and a sudden wave of caution washed over me. Was I really about to accept a drink from a guy who'd appeared out of nowhere, just in time to "rescue" Maya and Olivia? A private investigator who just happened to be at the same strip club where Fiona had abandoned them?What if he drugged it? I'd wake up in some cargo container with my organs being shipped to whoever paid top dollar. People disappeared all the time in New York. The pretty ones especially."Actually," I said, standing up, "let's go to the bar. I want to see more of the club."Julian's smile didn't falter, but something flickered in his eyes. "There's nothing new to see. Just more of the same." He gestured vaguely at the dancers. "But if you'd prefer."We made our way through the crowd. Julian moved with practiced ease, like he knew exactly which gaps would appear before they did. His hand occasionally touched
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I turned, following her gaze, and sure enough—there was Alex Thorne, pushing through the crowd, looking like he'd just run a marathon. His hair was disheveled, his shirt partially untucked, his expression frantic.He spotted us and made a beeline for our table, relief washing over his face when he saw Maya."Thank God," he said, slightly out of breath. "Are you okay? What happened?"Maya's entire demeanor shifted. The drunken playfulness disappeared, replaced by something more complicated—anger, relief, and vulnerability all at once."Alex," she said, her voice small. "You came.""Of course I came. You called me." He looked at me, confusion clear on his face. "How did she get here? What happened?"
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"What does that even mean?""Your friends were having a little trouble with an overzealous admirer." Julian gestured vaguely toward the bar. "I stepped in, bought them a drink to calm their nerves, and somehow we're still here.""An admirer?" I frowned. "What kind of trouble?""Nothing serious," Maya waved her hand dismissively. "Some Wall Street douchebag wouldn't take no for an answer. Got a little handsy.""That explains the commotion I heard on the phone.""Exactly," Olivia nodded emphatically, then kept nodding like she'd forgotten to stop. "Maya called you, I yelled, glasses broke, Julian appeared like—" she made a swooping motion with her hand, nearly knocking over her drink again.
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