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A moment of sheer awkwardness passed where the three women stared at each other. With pursed lips, Sam waited for Melissa’s inevitable outburst, but it never came.
“Who is this?” Melissa gestured to the beautiful woman sat at the marble kitchen island, her voice calm and collected.
“This is, umm—”
Lilith rose from barstool with the elegance of a jungle cat and held out her hand. “Lilith. You must be Melissa.”
“I am.”
“I’ve heard lots about you.”
“Really?” Melissa shot her a polite smile. “Sam hasn’t mentioned you before. What did you say your name was again?”
“Lilith.”
Stunned, Sam watched the two women exchange pleasantries. There wasn’t the faintest flicker of jealousy detectable on Melissa’s face, which was unusual. A week ago, she’d have started World War III if she found a
