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Harlow hadn’t been prepared for the moment Noon would pull up at the end of Ophelia’s block. The doorman would be able to report when she and Penzance had come back, so there was no point in trying to hide that they’d been out late. Noon was dropping them off out of sight of the building so that it would seem like they’d walked back. On the return drive, they’d got their story straight about which bars they’d gone to and what they’d drank.
When Noon stopped and they twisted to look at each other, Harlow was filled with a sense of loss. Her friend would go back to Windsor’s now and wait to take Ryske and Maze home.
“You be good,” she said, leaning over to hug him.
“Call if you ever need a ride,” he said, his mouth turned toward her ear, his hand moving through her hair. “I’ll come ge
