“Is this about Stella’s job?” I stalk closer. “You know about her job?” “Are you suggesting I didn’t thoroughly vet every candidate before giving someone the codes to Killian and Liberty’s house?” He makes it sound like the crime of the century. I wave a hand, swatting that ridiculousness away. “Which means you know.” Scottie’s eyes narrow. “But you don’t.” Damn. Fuck. Damn. “Scottie …” His smile is thin and evil. “Sorry, mate. None of my business.” “You stick that big nose into everyone’s business. Spill, man.” “No. If Ms. Grey doesn’t want you to know, I am not going to tell.” “Gabriel Scott
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