He stiffened. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"We don't have much time." Calla dropped his arm. "Steph's got
dirt on you. And I think I know how to make it go away."
Blake stared down at her, wary. "How do you know about that?"
"Tom," she said simply. "Never would've pegged you for the
steroid type—"
He clapped a hand to her mouth, his eyes going wide. "Stop
talking."
She brushed him off, masking her irritation. "I'm not judging." She
motioned for him to follow her and backed into an empty hall, out
of earshot. Blake trailed after her, a scowl on his otherwise
handsome face. "You've been trying to find a way to get into her
phone. Haven't you?"
He rubbed his jaw, trying to reign in his frustration. "Maybe."
"Well. Here's your chance." She folded her arms. "But I nee
