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Kira sat across from Nick at their regular table and focused on her club sandwich. She hadn’t eaten since the night before. Now that her stomach had finally settled, she was ravenous. The diner was playing its usual rotation of oldies music. The warm air was thick with the scents of coffee and fries.
She had already filled Nick in on the party Trevor had dragged her to—without mentioning her conversation with Ginette. She had kept the description light, focusing on how tedious La Valentia’s rich and famous could be.
She also avoided mentioning how hung over she had been, but she had a feeling Nick might have read between the lines. She had cleaned herself up at the gym, but her eyes were still on the bloodshot side. She straightened her faded Downward Spiral T-shirt, wishing she had
