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My heart pounds. “Uh, what do you mean?”

Bridget laughs. “Come on, I’m not an idiot. The guy you were dancing with at the masquerade…”

I remain silent.

“Edwin Lyons isn’t easy to ignore.”

I grab her arm. “Lower your voice.”

“It’s just us! In your apartment! InQueens!”

I burst into laughter even though I’m deeply mortified she knows it was Edwin I was dancing with that night. The wine really hit me, ice and all. “It was an accident.”

“An accident?!”

“I didn’t know he was my boss,” I admit. “But don’t worry, we haven’t done anything. We’ve remained extremely professional.”

That’s not quite the truth, is it, Sonia?

Bridget shrugs. “I mean, I’d never…you know, with my boss, but I wouldn’t blame you if you did.”

“Bridget!”

“Oh, come on, I could tell you guys were into it.”

“You can be into anything while you’re drinking.” I finish off the last of my third glass of wine.

Bridget shakes her head. “No, y’all were about to fuck on the dance floor.”

“We werenot.”

“You’re really telling me nothing has happened since then?”

I hesitate. “Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“Nothing. And nothing ever can or will.”

Bridget sighs. “Well, I guess you’re both professionals. Edwin might get around, but I don’t think he’s ever put the club at risk for a lay.”

I’m more jealous than I’d like to admit at the thought of Edwin being a playboy. I guess he doesn’t want me enough to risk it all.

God, what am I thinking? “It’s more complicated than that.”

Her brow creases. “What do you mean?”

I’m about to respond when there’s a banging on the door. “Sonia?!”

Fuck.

Speak of the fucking devil.

“Nate?” Bridget says.

I smash my hand against her mouth. “Okay, nowseriously,lower your voice.”

Of course, she would recognize him just by the sound of his voice. I’m sure they grew up together. After all, Solomon and Edwin are best fucking friends.

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