I pinched the bridge of my nose. “I don’t fucking know. Soon as I saw the camera, I got her out of there as quickly as possible.”

“Damn it.”

I exhaled as ice settled in my gut. “Yeah. I don’t know when, but it's going to blow up in our faces. She doesn’t look anything like you, Gems. It's going to get all kinds of ugly.” Of all the stupid moves. All because I'd wanted something real just for a minute, I'd put Gemma and her life up for exposure.

“Any chance she called them herself?”

I shook my head. “Unlikely. I don’t think she has a clue who I am. I only just met her.”

Gemma frowned, her ruby red lips pursing. “I don't know. Max or Sophie could have said something. She wouldn’t be the first girl to use you to get herself some publicity.”

Involuntarily, I glanced in Abbie's direction. She was leaning over the DJ booth saying something to Jasper, and the poor bloke looked enthralled. It made me want to hit something. “She's American. She has nothing to do with them. I'm sure of it.” I hoped.

Gemma studied me. “If you’re sure. But we should probably make a point to leave together.”

The weight that had been temporarily lifted while I was up on the roof shifted and slithered back onto my shoulders again. I'd never minded Gemma's cover before. But now it felt like a tightening noose around my neck.

16

Abbie…

I woke to the smell of fried eggs. My nostrils flared just as my stomach rolled. From somewhere in the distance, I heard a voice talking to me, and it was getting closer. “You're a dark horse. You'd better get up and tell me all about it.”

I rolled over and covered my head with a pillow. The only thing about the morning that I was at all thankful for was the grey and dreary weather outside. Perfect light to shoot in, if I could lift my head out of bed. “Faith, please I'm begging you to go away.”

“I can't, love. What's that old black and white sitcom? ‘You’ve got some 'splainin to do.’”

“Faith, my head feels like I've swallowed an entire herd of elephants whole and they're running around playing polo in my skull.” I rubbed my tongue against the roof of my mouth. “Tastes like it too.”

Faith just laughed. “That, my dear, is your first London hangover. It's to be celebrated. C'mon. Get up. I made breakfast. You’ll feel better once you eat and have a Guinness.”

I peeked out from under the pillow and duvet. “Guinness? You really think it's a good idea for me to drink again?”

“Well, I'm not asking you to get wasted again. You're a lightweight. I mean, you only had what, the two shots of sake?”

“Don’t forget the stupid absinthe. I switched to water after that.”

Faith's brow furrowed. “Yeah. Lightweight.”