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Are you sure?”
    “Yes.” I raised my head. “I’m sure.”
    She ran her hand through her hair in a gesture eerily similar to my own. “Did he call you by your first name?”
    What the hell? “No. He called me Miss Breckenridge. But so did everyone else.”
    “And how many of them thought you were me?”
    I leaned forward, disappointment blooming. Was that it? Was Juliette telling me to stay away from Cross because she knew something that I didn’t? Did she know that he’d asked me to work for him because he thought I was her? Maybe he was after her business?
    “What’s going on between you and Cross Phillips?” I asked.
    “Nothing,” she said. “I’ve never met the man.”
    Shit.
    “He thought I was you.” I sank back.
    There it was. Cross hadn’t wanted me. He’d wanted Juliette. Even if it’d just been for work reasons, it still stung.
    “I think so,” Juliette agreed. “So, stay away from him.”
    We were quiet for a minute, but there was something still nagging at me, and I couldn’t let it go.
    “Why would this guy think you’d want to work for him? I mean, the business is going well, isn’t it? He didn’t sound like he wanted you for a single catering job...”
    “Let it go, Hanna.”
    She sounded annoyed, but it didn’t stop me from pushing.
    Like I’d said before. I understood single-minded focus.
    “What’s going on, Juliette? You’ve been planning this event for weeks, then some car trouble keeps you from coming at all. Then some hot guy gives me his business card and offers me a job and–”
    “He wasn’t offering you a job,” she cut me off. “You went to OSU, for fuck’s sake. How do you not get that subbing doesn’t mean a temporary position unless you’re talking about school? How do you not know what it means?”
    “What are you talking about?” I started to expound on my question. “What do you...oh.” It hit me suddenly and my face went red.
    “Yeah, Hanna, connect the dots.” Juliette gave me a sardonic smile. “I didn’t think even you could be that naïve.”
    Even me? I should’ve been insulted. Still, that barely registered.
    “He was... propositioning me?”
    “Well, actually, me, but yeah.” Juliette shrugged.
    “Fuck me,” I breathed.
    “Like I said, actually me, but yeah.”
    This time, her words registered.
    “Wait a minute.” My mind whirled, connecting more dots than she probably wanted me to. “Why would Cross Phillips ask you to be a...Sub?”
    I hoped I was wording things correctly. I had only the vaguest idea of whatever the hell any of that was, and all of my limited knowledge was thanks to my classmates at OSU being obsessed with the latest alpha male erotica novel.
    Juliette sighed. “You’re like a fucking dog with a bone.” She rubbed her forehead. “You’re never going to let this go, are you?”
    I grinned at her, enjoying her discomfort despite myself. “Nope.”
    “Dammit.” She shifted in her seat. “I really did not want to have this conversation with anyone in our family.” She gave me a wry look. “Though I suppose if it had to be someone, better you than any of the rest of them.”
    I felt my eyes widen. Where the hell was this conversation going to go?
    “I could only imagine trying to tell Mom and Dad I was into S&M. RJ would probably freak the worst.”
    My jaw dropped. What the...? I couldn’t even finish the sentence. My brain was still trying to wrap around my older sister using the term ‘S&M’ in a conversation.
    Juliette laughed, then drained the rest of her beer. She stood. “I’m going to need something stronger if we plan on finishing this. You want something?”
    I nodded, unable to speak. I didn’t know the details of what we were going to talk about, but I had a feeling I’d need to be a bit drunk to hear it.
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    I was wrong. I needed to be more than a bit drunk.
    “Let me see if I understand this.” I pressed my fingers to my temples and tried to summarize what Juliette had