Playing with Fire

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Kate: I checked my reflection one final time, smoothing my hands down the sides of my black leather skirt, adjusting the sheer mesh bodysuit beneath it. The fabric clung to every curve, daring anyone who looked my way to imagine what lay beneath. My hair cascaded in dark, seductive waves down my back, makeup perfectly accentuating my sharp cheekbones and smoky eyes. Tonight, I wasn’t hiding or playing nice. Tonight was about reclaiming control. The last few days had drained me. Between the anxiety of the accident, the stress of convincing Junker to dismantle my car piece by piece, and the relentless uncertainty that gnawed at my mind—I was ready to forget, to lose myself in the wild heartbeat of a place far removed from responsibility or fear. Grabbing my keys, I tugged on my favorite b

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