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nonalcoholic to drink. It’s surprisingly difficult.”
    “Ah.” More like he was probably hiding from the crowd. Adam was another antisocial member of the family. At least Hudson knew how to fake it.
    Mira sat back down on the couch, hitting the spot next to her. “Come. Sit. How did you manage to get a holiday off from the club?”
    I shrugged as I took the seat next to her. “I’m sleeping with the owner.”
    “Nice.” She shook her head like she was frustrated with herself. “I’m such a dummy! You were supposed to be in Japan. I guess you already got your shifts covered.”
    “Yes. David and another manager are covering the next few days.” I should have felt guilty mentioning David. I didn’t. In fact, for some reason I decided to poke at Hudson. “But I won’t be able to count on David after this week.”
    Hudson scowled down at me.
    “Why?” Mira asked.
    I set my empty glass on the end table next to me. “Hudson transferred him to Adora in Atlantic City.”
    Mira looked from me to her brother. “Seems like there’s a story there.”
    Hudson perched on the arm of the sofa. “You actually have him for two more weeks. I asked him to stay a little longer while we look for his replacement.”
    Well, that was news. Good news. It gave me longer to figure out my role at the club.
    Mira’s face twisted in confusion. “Look for his replacement? Why Laynie, of course. Duh.”
    “Um…” I’d brought it up. I should have been prepared to be put on the spot. I did want the position, and each day I grew more and more comfortable with the idea. But I still wasn’t ready to make the commitment.
    She must have read the complexity of the situation in my face. “Another story, I’m supposing.”
    “Yeah. Let’s not go there.” I patted Hudson’s knee. “This guy’s cranky as it is. Jet lag and everything.”
    “Got it. You look gorgeous, by the way. That’s not one of mine though.” She pursed her lips.
    “Whoops.” Pretty much my whole wardrobe these days was from Mirabelle’s boutique, but wanting to be patriotic, I’d chosen a simple red flare dress with a nearly bare back from my club wardrobe.
    She smirked. “You’re coming to my Grand Reopening, right?”
    I’d only recently found out she was remodeling. I had no idea an event was attached. But this was the social butterfly, Mirabelle. Of course there’d be an event attached. “Sure. When is it?”
    “You didn’t tell her?” She reached over me to swat Hudson.
    “It slipped my mind.”
    “Hudson, you are such an ass!” To me, she said, “The twenty-second. It’s a Saturday.”
    “I’ll have to make sure someone else closes the night before, but that shouldn’t be a problem.” I was already thinking in terms of being responsible for The Sky Launch. Who was I kidding? I’d totally decided the job was mine.
    “Oh!” Her eyes widened. “Will you be one of my models? Please say yes. Please, please, please.”
    “Um, sure?” It was nearly impossible to say no to the girl, but modeling was not something I had any interest in. Wearing pretty clothes, on the other hand… “What does it involve? Like, do I have to walk a runway?”
    “Don’t be silly. I didn’t remodel that much. Okay, it’s a small runway but not like what you’re thinking. It’s almost nothing. I’m simply showing off a few of my favorite looks for publicity. So I just need you to stand there and look gorgeous in one of my outfits while people take pictures of you.”
    Except for the pictures part, it sounded fabulous. “Okay. I’m in.”
    “Awesome! Can you come by sometime to get fitted? Like next Monday? Around one?”
    My schedule was up to me and I didn’t have any appointments set since I had planned to be overseas. But going to Mira’s meant a good chance I’d see Stacy. She hadn’t responded to my text, but did that matter?
    “Why are you hesitating?” Mira looked offended.
    “Sorry. I was running through my schedule in my mind.

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