CHAPTER FOURThe floor was still wet when Mara stepped on the mop, and Olivia decided, right then, that she wasn't going to apologize for what happened next."Ew." Mara wrinkled her nose, stopping dead in the doorway like Olivia's presence alone had ruined her whole morning. "Seeing you first thing in the morning makes me want to vomit."She strolled forward without looking down, her heel landing square on the mop head just as Olivia was pulling it back toward the bucket. Olivia yanked, harder than she probably needed to, and Mara stumbled backward with a sharp gasp, catching herself against the wall."The feeling is mutual," Olivia said flatly, not even bothering to look up from the floor. "Now leave me alone."Mara straightened her blouse, smoothing down invisible wrinkles, and the shock on her face melted into something colder, something that made the small hairs on Olivia's arms stand up."Well," Mara said, her voice syrupy sweet in a way that never meant anything good. "Good news
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