Thunder claps over head as Nixon and I walk into the ballroom at the Kroydon Plaza Hotel. The perfect ominous soundtrack for what is destined to be a disaster of an evening, if my day so far is any indicator. I tense when the first person I see is Dr. Dick. “Hey now,” Nix whispers. “You want to get out of here?” I push my shoulders back and shake my head. “I promised Wren I’d show up for the practice tonight. I just really don’t know how long I’m going to last.” “How about . . .” Nix’s full lips tip up on one side—lips I want to feel pressed against my skin. Women pay good money to have the
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