Blaze blew out a breath. “That’s not good.” Agatha shook her head. “Definitely not good. They hate each other.” “Who could possibly hate Sloane? Isn’t she the nicest person in Northern Virginia?” Agatha shrugged. “There’s some kind of sticky history between those two. They grew up next door to each other. Didn’t run in the same crowds or anything. No one knows what happened, but they can’t stand the sight of each other.” I’d been caught dancing with my new friend/boss’s mortal enemy. Damn it.
