her newly acquired "high-society knowledge" to Chas

ept flicking to the rearview mirro

ing the city lights streak by. She had sealed herse

her voice. She leaned closer to him, her chatter growing lo

he glittering entrance of The Laurel Club, a kn

Chase tossed him the keys and a hundred

oor for Kayla, who emerged like a pri

ntrance, leaving Chloe be

ed open he

he music was a physical punch, the air thick w

ir eyes sliding from Chase to Kay

e announced, his arm possessively around

nt accessory. She didn't care. Her eyes scanned the cro

sn't

tment washed over her. T

ng down. She couldn't rely on an

lding out a glass of champagne. "What are you doing standing here all

," Chloe said,

the glass from Chase's hand, took a large sip, and looked at

es. Murmuring an excuse about the restro

aking in the layout, searching for a q

she ran into Blake Stone, one of Chase's clos

his voice full of genuine conce

n Chloe's mind. S

feel. She looked down, her posture a study in fr

protective sympathy. "Forget Chase. Let me

pered, letting h

and Kayla were watching, and Kayla's fac

rf

w them. Blake awkwardly tried to com

She was just buying t

n't ta

er face contorted with rage, a re

ugh the night air. "Have you no shame? The moment Chas