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After watching Hagan and Hyslop for a second, the blonde turned to order a drink at the bar. Harlow didn’t pay much attention, she was more interested in Hagan who’d positioned himself to face in her direction so he could keep watching her.
Could she make a break for it? Maybe the scene would be worth it. Hagan could run after her and tackle her to the floor in a mist of flailing limbs and desperate screams, but did he want to make a fool of himself like that in this room of his peers who probably admired him? She doubted it. But he may have a plan B, and—
“You’re sleeping with him, aren’t you?”
It took Harlow a second to realize that the question had come from the blonde and that the woman was talking to her. It hadn’t been immediately obvious because the blonde was leaning on the
