The line outside the club stretched halfway down the street.
Luxury cars idled along the curb while photographers crowded behind the barriers, cameras raised toward the entrance.
Every few seconds...
Another flash.
Another headline in the making.
Naomi pulled her car to the side and stepped out.
The moment she appeared, a few photographers recognized her.
"Ms. Reeds!"
"Over here!"
"Are you here for Mr. Vale?"
"Are the rumors true?"
She ignored every question.
Years in corporate law had taught her that silence was often the safest answer.
She walked through the entrance without breaking stride.
The music hit her immediately.
Exactly the sort of place Sebastian rarely enjoyed.
Which meant one thing.
He hadn't come here because he wanted the club.
He'd come here because he w
