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Lirael's POV

A s I step out of the limo, camera flashes explode in my face. I extend a hand back into the car to help Scottie out. Her cool fingers wrap around mine and she smiles at me as she emerges, looking stunning in a dress cut nearly low enough to be indecent. She tucks her hand in my elbow and sweeps along at my side as we make our way to the entrance.

“It’s good to know you remembered my phone number,” she says as we finally get inside. I knew she was stewing about something. Scottie has never been the warmest person. It’s not something that’s ever bothered me before, but the ice coming off her in the limo was palpable.

Considering there has never been anything between us—apart from the benefit of convenience—I don’t know why she’s pretending to be upset about it.

“Is there something you want to say?” I don’t hide the boredom in my voice. She’s been pushing things lately, and she knows I’m not interested.

She pouts, but all I do is raise a brow.

A breath huffs out of her. “It