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then turned her eyes to me. “You look so fucking good, Em,” she said, attempting a smile before remembering her lip was still fat. “Jesus, I must look like shit.”
    I sat on the bed next to her, grasping one of her hands between both of mine. “You’re too skinny. But you were always too skinny. How do you feel?”
    “Like I got kicked in the ribs a bunch of times by an asshole.” She put her free hand up to her face and pressed tentatively along her cheekbones. “I feel like my face is a giant cream puff. I don’t want to see it, do I?”
    “Not today,” I agreed. “Probably not tomorrow either.”
    She let out a sound that was half laugh, half groan. “You still know what I need to hear. God, I’ve missed you, Em.” It was hard to read her expression behind the swelling and discoloration, but there was sincerity in her eyes. She maneuvered her hand so that it clutched mine, and for a minute, every bad thing that had happened between us disappeared, and the years that had passed didn’t matter at all. She was the Amber I’d always loved and admired, and I was Emily, her protégée. Her best friend.
    There was a rustle behind me, and I turned to find Brent at the door. “You’re awake. I’ll tell Reeve.” He was gone again before anyone could respond.
    “Nice to see you, too, Brent,” Amber called after him. “He’s such a lackey. Anything you say to him goes straight to Reeve. Unless you’re telling him you want him to stick his dick in you. Then he’ll be super mum.”
    “Did you…?” In the short time I’d spent with him, I’d gotten the impression he was a bit of a manwhore. I hadn’t been interested in finding out if he’d mess with his boss’s girl, and Reeve had made sure I knew in no uncertain terms that I was to remain faithful while I was with him. Had that rule been different for Amber? Or had Reeve put the rule in place because of her?
    “With Brent? No way. Doesn’t mean he didn’t try.”
    “Hmm.” I forced a smile at her attempt to waggle her brows. Inside, though, I felt a familiar stab of resentment. I’d forgotten that about her – forgotten how her ability to charm and seduce any and every man she met was as much a burden to our friendship as it had been a blessing.
    It had been easy to forget those kinds of things when I’d thought I’d never see her again.
    The seconds that followed felt taut, the strings between us pulling in opposite directions. Amber was the one who finally gave them slack. “But anyway” – she patted my hand – “tell me about you. I want to hear everything.”
    Everything.
Such a big question and yet I could probably fill her in on my life in three sentences –
I’m a voice actress for a hit TV show. I came looking for you when you left our code word on my mother’s answering machine.
And
I met Reeve.
    Everything. In a nutshell.
    Joe saved me from having to stretch my three sentences into more substantial material. “Hey, I hate to intrude on your reunion, but do you mind if I ask you some questions now that you’re back in the land of the living?”
    In other words, Joe wanted to get intel before Reeve showed up. As much as it irked me that Joe was always on his case, there were things I wanted to hear as well.
    She pulled her blood-matted hair to one side, and I silently made a note to help her bathe later. “I guess I owe you at least that much. After you rescued me and all. He’s a hero, you know,” she said, winking at me. “You should be proud of him.”
    “He knows I appreciate him.” I narrowed my eyes in Joe’s direction, wondering exactly what he’d told Amber about our relationship on their drive together from Chicago. Maybe she’d made her own assumptions. Whichever, I didn’t correct her. That could easily lead to having to admit my relationship with Reeve, and I wasn’t ready to do that. Yet.
    If ever.
    Joe ignored my glare. “Amber, what were you doing with Michelis Vilanakis?”
    “You don’t