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Anna swept the blond locks from her shoulders, twisting them into a tight bun at the base of her neck. A hat stamped with Parcel Masters capped her wig, and she pulled on the matching jacket. Her phone vibrated on the nightstand, and she swiped the screen. Spike’s voice came through the speaker, husky and decadent. “What are you wearing?”
“You don’t want to know.”
“I think I do.”
“A courier’s uniform.”
“Dammit, Anna. Tonight of all nights?”
“I told you you didn’t want to know. And what’s wrong with tonight?”
“Seriously?” he snapped. She could practically feel him scowling. “It’s New Year’s Eve.” Oh. “You had no idea, did you?”
She chewed her lip. She might have, but not for the reasons she should have. She’d been preoccupied preparing for tonight’s festivities.
He sighed. “I kn
