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Plus, I’m not doing Sullivan a favor. Why should I? He already gets to have that hair.
“You can’t make an exception for an old friend?”
“We’re not friends,” I say flatly. “We’ve never been friends.”
I wish I could say we were enemies, but I wasn’t even cool enough for that. I was a nobody in high school. A lot like now. I was kind of surprised Sullivan even remembered my name.
He’s the one who changed.
I cock my head, trying to figure him out. He looks polished and professional, which is weird enough. The Sullivan I knew skipped more classes than he attended. An effortless athlete who started in three sports but got kicked off all three teams for fighting.
That’s why he doesn’t look anything like his twin. Reese walks out into the world like he’s hunting for rainbows. Sullivan stands with his shoulders hunched, a boxer who never puts down his weapons.
So I’m a little jumpy when he steps closer to touch the outside of my elbow. “I’d like to change that.”
His hand is rough and soft, salty-sweet. It makes me leap.
My heart is rabbiting. God, he smells good.
It’s unfair. If Sullivan gets to look like that, he should at least smell like moldy socks instead of mahogany. Where’s the balance?
I yank back my elbow. “Angus doesn’t see anybody without an appointment.”
“Even at a party?”
“Especially at a party.”
Angus will do his level best to keep at least ten feet between him and his guests at all times, outside of the favored few admitted to his inner circle.
Sullivan gives me the kind of smile you’d give a fellow bank robber. “I’m sure you can get him to make an exception.”
“And why would I do that?”
“To stop me telling Angus how you lied at your job interview.”
My entire existence grinds to a halt—even my heart, a solid lump in my chest like a seized-up engine.
The air’s too thick to breathe. Sweat slides down my spine.
“What did you say?”
Sullivan raises an eyebrow, stone-faced. “I’m guessing you didn’t tell him you never actually graduated from culinary school. Or does Galactic hire dropouts?”
My stomach shrivels to the size of a pea while my mouth goes as dry as the Sahara.
Shit.
How does he know that?
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I sound about as convincing as a five-year-old with cookie crumbs all over their face.
Sullivan sighs.
“I’m talking about how Angus’ most trusted assistantliedto him…I hear he really hates that.”
Angus does hate that.
