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I made my way to the bar and took a stool, my worn canvas bag dropping down beside me.
"The usual?" The bartender asked, flashing a polite smile.
I nodded, my throat parched. I watched him mix my dirty martini expertly. The moment my eager fingers wrapped around it, a throat cleared behind me. Immediately, my stomach somersaulted, remembering Xender Zang's cold stare.
I turned around, finding Lilly Álvarez, her sharp paralegal suit looking woefully out of place in the dark bar.
“Couldn’t wait for me, huh?” Lilly asked snatching up my bag and sitting down.
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