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Under the glare of my headlights, Imogen looked nearly naked, and I gave her a long, careful look.

Huh. Becka was right.

Icouldsee Imogen's pussy.Not shaved. Waxed.Not that it mattered. The truth was, I preferred a more natural look, and this wasn't it.

I looked at Becka and said, "Wait here."

She gave the limo a worried glance. "But what are you gonna do? Like, do you need help or something?"

Help dealing with my ex?

No thanks.

I turned away. "No. I've got this. Don't worry."

I left the driver's seat and shut the car door behind me. As I did, Imogen stalked forward and said, "I knew it!"

I gave her a look. "You knew what?"

She pointed toward my passenger's seat. "I knew you and her had a thing."

If so, that made one of us.

But hey, I didn't owe Imogen an explanation.We were over, period.Hell, we'd been over for weeks now.

I passed her without comment and strode to the limo's driver's side door. I rapped on the glass, and when it slid down, I told the driver, "You need to move."

The driver was a doughy guy named Randy. He wore no nametag, but he didn't need one. I'd heard his name plenty of times already, thanks to a viral video that had been captured several months ago outside this very same gate.

More to the point, I'd met him in person earlier today when I'd told him to take Imogen wherever.Anywhere but here.

From the driver's seat, he gave me an apologetic smile. "Sorry."

I didn't need an apology. I needed him to get out of my way. "The limo," I said. "You need to move it.Now."

He winced. "I, uh, can't."

He was wrong.

He could. And he would.

I leaned closer. "You wanna tell me why?"

Imogen sidled up to me and announced, "Because Itoldhim to wait right here.That'swhy."

Without bothering to reply, I said to Randy, "You can wait all you want,afteryou let us through."

He cleared his throat. "Yeah, about that…" His gaze shifted to Imogen. "I, uh, don't have the key."

I looked to Imogen. "Give him the key."

She smiled. "What makes you think I have it?"

It wasn't hard to figure out. Still, I was a curious guy. I looked to Randy and asked, "How the hell did she get the key?"

From the sidelines, Imogen said, "Hey! You still don't know that I have it."

Oh, I knew.