"Damn that girl," Evelyn says. "She never did bring me my vodka."
But I barely hear her. "Damien Stark," I say. My voice surprises me. It's little more than breath.
Evelyn's brows rise so high I notice the movement in my peripheral vision. "Well, how about that?" she says knowingly. "Looks like I guessed right."
"You did," I admit. "Mr. Stark is just the man I want to see."
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