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was going on. Maybe…she wouldn’t have to.
    Luna did a slow eye roll, tapping her long red fingernails on her chin as she tried to figure it out on her own. Then her eyes widened with surprise, a hint she’d reached the right conclusion. “No. No. No. Kika…you aren’t…turning tricks, are you?”
    It took all the strength in her pounding blood for Kika to raise her gaze to her sister’s. Besides the pale expression, the surprise in her stare, and the semi-opened mouth, there was no judgment in Luna. She’d always been the better half.
    “You’re doing this for me?” Luna sat on the chair in front of her. “That’s not right.”
    Kika bit her lower lip, and breaking the stare said, “It’s no big deal. This guy I met…he’s in Vegas for a few days and we’re hooking up. He’s loaded, he’ll give me the cash.” She suddenly surged to her feet, stung, burned and scarred by her own lie.
    Well, it wasn’t a lie, was it? Why does it sound like one? The way he had stared into her at the sex shop. Her body rumbled, and she clamped her lips to keep herself from spilling anything she could regret. Hell. Even thinking about it was forbidden.
    “You don’t have to do this.” Luna raked her fingers through her hair.
    “I want to do this. This is the ugly ending before we can start new and beautiful. Somewhere else. Maybe New York, if you agree. I kinda wanted to show them some of my pieces.” Kika injected the hope in her voice she didn’t feel.
    “You meant what you said? We’re going to New York? Together?” Luna thinned her lips.
    “Yes.” Kika flashed a smile. What other choice did she have? She couldn’t let Luna on her own again. Not after all that went down. “Together,” she repeated, although that single word made her heart race.
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    “Here’s half of it.” She pulled the long, white envelope with the hotel’s logo monogrammed on the top. Twenty-five-thousand dollars didn’t weight as much as she thought it would, perhaps because they were all crisp one hundred-dollar bills. Ryan had given it to her at the end of the previous night.
    Omar gave the envelope a quick glance, then slid it into his jacket. “Where did you get all this dough?”
    “Does it matter? Since when do you have work ethics?”
    “Don’t get smart with me, Martinez. We have security cameras everywhere. I know you’ve been coming and going, when your sister, or you, is supposed to be on paid time off. Something is up.”
    She leaned against the kitchen wall and sucked in a breath, impatient. A couple employees rolled out carts, and one of them waved at her no doubt mistaking her for Luna. “I have only been taking the elevator, and use the employee entrance now. Besides, I don’t think human resources gives a rat’s ass what I do on my time off.”
    “Are you banging the guest on the penthouse? How much is he paying you?”
    She crossed her arms. “Fifty-thousand bucks. Half of it you have it. The other half, in a few days.”
    He gave a low whistle. “That’s a lot of money for a few fucks. You better be telling me the truth. What have you told him about our operation?”
    Our operation? She stuck both hands in her jeans. Ryan had told her yesterday to wear something comfortable and sporty. What the heck did he have in mind? “Nothing. Because I know nothing.”
    “Let’s hope it continues this way. You are walking on thin ice, Martinez. If word gets out—
    She lifted her hand, and had to fight the instinct to slam it against his ugly face. “Trust me, it won’t. Turns out I know how to keep him quiet. Good bye.”
    Word wouldn’t, couldn’t, get out she realized as she headed to the top floor. Yet the fear of jeopardizing her sister was like heavy drapes, darkening her mood.
    “We’re heading out,” Ryan said, when he opened her door.
    “Where are we going?” She drew back, following him out to the elevator again. Strange. If all he wanted was sex, why do all this? For the next hour, she