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The front bell chimed less than two minutes after Nixx walked out.
I was still standing in my station room with the booking calendar open on the iPad, staring at the little blue block where I had added him to Wednesday’s schedule. Four hours. Full sleeve outline. Nixx. The appointment sat there like a secret I hadn’t meant to make, and for one ridiculous second, I caught myself reading his name twice as if the letters might rearrange into something less dangerous.
Then the sound of boots crossed the front floor, and my body knew who it was before my mind finished catching up.
Havoc walked into view first, his Hell’s Fire cut hanging open over a black shirt, sunglasses pushed up into his hair. Kinsley followed a pace behind him carrying two fountain drinks, her blonde hair twisted in
