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An icy rush slid down her body fro panic in its wake She sprinted to the kitchen The table sat e

Fuck

The green walls mocked her with their satin-finished cheer Afraid her Jell-O thighs were about to dissolve, she sank down onto the hard chair Her head hit the tabletop with a thunk

She gave a strangled one”

Tony leaned against the doorframe, his hands shoved deep in his jeans pockets “They left the big-screen, the jewelry, the artwork, but took your laptop?”

“As far as I can tell”

It didn’t make sense—not if this was a normal break-in She had a Harry Winston dialass case on her dresser Antique typewriters that went for several hundred dollars a pop dotted the aparth school and college, hung in her walk-in closet The burglars had left all of that, but had taken the three-year-old laptop with a scratch across the cover

“What’s on the laptop?”

Yeah Not a normal break-in

Bitterness ate away at the back of her throat “AllBasically my entire life”

“Everything Bloom needs to expose you to the world Or for Pippa to smoke out your mole at Chantal”

“Bingo”

Her gaze narrowed on the bulldognext to the coffee ht when she’d lived on the other side of the harbor, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to start now that she’dof her life

The rat bastards were about to learn that they’d fucked with the wrong girl

“Do you have a backup?” Tony asked