“Okay, so I need to warn you about something,” Miles said. I raised my eyebrows. “Some of Keller’s asses are fans of yours.” That wasn’t what I expected. “Okay?” “Who do you want to be?” The question was so simple, but it knocked the air out of my lungs. The Whitney wig was in the car. I could toss it on before going inside. I mean, it would make sense since his coworkers knew me as her. Then again, they also probably knew my real name, social security number, what my bathroom looked like, and what I had for breakfast this morning. “Just Annie.”
