Mo stood. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to use the ladies room.”

No. You are so not leaving me here alone with Reid. I stood as well. “I’ll come along.”

“I’m totally envious,” Mo said in the ladies room as she freshened her lipstick. “He can’t take his eyes off you.”

“You’re imagining things.”

“Are you kidding me? I may as well be invisible.”

I regarded my reflection in the mirror. I’d always been attractive. I wouldn’t have been able to try making it as a model otherwise, but I had scars, both visible and invisible.

The invisible ones were worse, to be honest.

When I saw myself in the mirror, I didn’t see beauty.

I saw pain.

I saw brokenness.

I saw scars.

I saw someone trying to hide under garish black hair and darkened eyebrows and lashes. My natural hair color was dark blond, and my eyebrows and lashes were dark brown.

How long had I been hiding?

So very long.

Maybe it was time to pull my head out of the sand.

Maybe…

Maybe, in the morning, I’d make an appointment with my stylist.

Maybe I’d have her bleach the black out of my hair and then give me something close to my natural blond.

Maybe I’d throw away my black eyebrow pencil and mascara.

Maybe…

Or maybe not.

“I think I’ll make a quick getaway.” Mo pressed her lips together to distribute her gloss.

She shocked me out of my thoughts. “No. Please. Stay.”

“He’s obviously into you. I’m just in the way.”

“You’re selling yourself short, Mo.”

She sighed. “I wish I could agree, Zee, but I’m not. His gaze hasn’t left you all night. Whatever he wants, you’ve got it.”

I had it, all right, but it wasn’t my looks. It was a story. A story that could shed light onto who his father truly was. A story that could take the focus off Reid and his siblings…

…and onto me.

I hadn’t killed Derek Wolfe. I’d been here, in Las Vegas. Though I didn’t have an ironclad alibi, because the show was dark that night. But I could easily prove I hadn’t made any trips to New York. I didn’t own a gun. In fact, guns scared the hell out of me.

This wouldn’t fall on me, no matter what I did.

Still, I didn’t want to be dragged into the middle of the Wolfe family dysfunction. Hadn’t I been through enough at the hands of a Wolfe?

“…so attracted to you.”

Again, I jerked out of my thoughts.

“Sorry, what?”

“I’ve never seen a guy so smitten,” Mo said.

“Smitten?” Smitten meant…well, smitten. Reid Wolfe might find me attractive, might even like me as a person, but smitten? No. He simply wanted something from me.