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Bosco’s phone began to ring, so he quickly retrieved it from his back pocket. No sooner had he answered than he was holding it toward her.
Whisper took the phone to her ear. “Mi amor,” she said without even bothering to look at the screen.
No one else would call her. Period. Not through Bosco’s phone.
“Quit the attitude.”
Her mouth fell open. “How do you know I—”
“You think I can’t tell by the tone of your voice that you’re screwing around. You give Score the script yet?”
“How do you know I’ve even seen him?” she asked, but hit on the answer and said it in time with his response. “You can track my phone.” She narrowed her eyes. “You’re creepy, you know that? You didn’t tell me that Score had a live-in lover.”
Whisper didn’t even care that the others could hear her. Though she di
