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Though what was the alternative? To become besties?
Uh, no.
Zara waved and Sabine glanced over her shoulder as a leggy brunette entered the control room.
Sabine recognized her…
“Sup, Mandy?” Max asked, voice flat.
“Max,” Mandy replied. She ran her tongue over her teeth and forced a smile. “Can I be in here or are you going to call the cops on me?”
Cops?
What?
Max shrugged, like he was considering it. “That depends. Do you feel the urge to steal a car coming on?”
Oh.
Ohhhh.
Mandy’s eyes bounced around the room, hesitated briefly on Sabine, before she rolled them to the ceiling and sat down on the couch furthest from Max and Sabine. She picked up a guitar magazine from a nearby table and paged through it.
Mandy Moulin—model, B-movie actress, and one of Sunshine Capone’s ex-girlfriends.
You know how people are always saying that celebrities aren’t as pretty in real life and everything is engineered and photoshopped into perfection?
Yeah, no.
Mandy was breathtaking.
She was wearing high-waisted baggy jeans that no one—butno one—could get away with. Unless they had mile long legs and a minuscule waist like Mandy did. Her shoes were thin high heeled black boots with pointed toes. Her top was a soft, chunky knit grey sweater. She wore thin gold hoops in her ears, and her hair was pulled back in an effortless ponytail that hung between her shoulder blades. And her makeup was so subtle, it may as well not have even been there.
High cheekbones, pouty lips, striking blue eyes, framed by inky lashes.
Sabine had to remind herself to take a breath.
She did not get distracted by celebrities.
But Mandy Moulin was hella distracting.
Sabine glanced to her left and caught Max’s eye. Max glowered and made a face, clearly not impressed.
Though that probably had more to do with Mandy stealing his car and driving it into a pool back when she and Sunshine had been dating.
Damn, she wanted to know more about that story.
Should she be worried that Dave was into her when she didn’t have a criminal record? Or maybe all his girlfriends had been like her—minding their own business when a rock star had crashed into their lives and turned everything upside down?
Sabine sat back in the couch cushions and wondered if she could be driven to things like grand theft auto or arson.
Probably not.
Not with her mom setting that example for her. Going to jail always seemed very much around the corner.
Did that mean Dave would get bored with her?
Sonofabitch.
