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The gruff greeting from behind made me jump. I hadn’t realized how tightly my nerves were strung until then. I turned to find A.J. standing there, staring down at me. “Can I talk to you for a second?” Relief swept over me. Saved in the nick of time. “Of course.” I nodded to Ethan and the three models, who’d never even bothered to introduce themselves. “Excuse me.” I squeezed Kenji’s arm. “We’ll talk later, okay?” “Okay, lovey. Whatever you say.” He seemed distracted, not even offering a smile or meeting my eyes, and I sensed there was more to his mood than the solemnity of the occasion. He kept stealing glances at Nico across the room, then frowning and shaking his head, as if in answer to some silent question he’d asked himself. Trying not to worry about what the problem might be, I
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