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press.”
    “Yeah, I know. I’m staring at it now.” Juliette locked eyes with Courtney.
    “I’m so sorry. I don’t know how that got out there.”
    “Yeah, well it isn’t your fault. You were just trying to be nice. The snitch who took the photo didn’t know that.”
    He hesitated and Juliette struggled to fill the silence. She needed to clue him in without tipping off Courtney that this whole story was just an act.
    “Don’t worry, I already explained everything to Courtney.”
    “You’ve talked with Courtney?” His voice was steady.
    “I’m sitting right beside her actually. We’re stuffing campaign mailers.”
    “Wait. What?”
    “Senator Chase, don’t apologize. I know I asked you to keep all this between us. I didn’t want people treating me differently because of my diabetes. But Courtney deserved to know the truth.”
    “So she knows?” Tyler asked.
    “About the diabetes, yes. And though she’s a bit upset about not knowing you stayed with me at the motel, I think she understands. Maybe you should talk to her though…”
    “Yeah. Can you put her on?”
    She handed the phone to Courtney, who took it reluctantly.
    Then Juliette grabbed her glass of iced tea and headed for the kitchen. She wanted to at least give Tyler and Courtney the illusion of privacy, even if she couldn’t afford to be clueless about their conversation. She needed to be certain Courtney bought the story. She needed to keep the mark’s trust. So she stood beside the island, drinking tea and merely pretending she was invisible.
    Their conversation was brief and Courtney didn’t give anything away. After a few nods and uh-huhs, she hung up and turned to Juliette.
    “Tyler is on his way over.”
    What? That was not what she wanted. She needed to stay as far away from the senator as possible. It was hard enough keeping this charade up without his presence.
    “I think I should go.”
    Courtney gave a half protest but it wasn’t enough to be authentic. So she gathered her belongings and headed for the door.
    Juliette was down in the first floor lobby when she spotted him. Tyler ran up to her, blocking her path. “You’re leaving?”
    “Of course I’m leaving. Your girlfriend is about two heartbeats away from discovering what a lying, cheating man-whore you are.”
    “Don’t you think we should talk?”
    “No. I’m done talking. Talking is what gets us in trouble.”
    “That’s not true,” he said. “Fucking is what gets us in trouble.”
    Juliette flailed her arms at him. “Say that a little louder. I don’t think the entire first floor heard you.”
    Tyler took hold of her coat and steered her to the alcove past the elevator bay.
    “We need to talk.”
    “No we don’t. I already explained to Courtney what happened.”
    “And you don’t think you should explain that to me as well, since I apparently was there?”
    Juliette gave in. “What do you want to know?”
    “Tell me everything you told Courtney.”
    She shrugged. “I already did. I told her that I have diabetes. That my sugar dropped and I got sick without my insulin. That you deposited me at the motel, scrounged up some food, and insisted I rest. I told her that I made you swear to keep my secret and that the photo was nothing more than me thanking you for being an absolute gentleman.”
    “But you don’t have diabetes. What if she checks?”
    Juliette raised the side of her shirt a second time. “I was diagnosed as a child. The scars are from years of injections.
    Ty reached out to touch her stomach but she flinched at the movement. His hand froze in midair. “Those weren’t there the other day.”
    “Are you sure? It’s not like we had the lights on.”
    He frowned. “I’m sure. I have a photographic memory. Which means I have a very clear picture of what your body looks like naked and those were not there.”
    “So I embellished a little. Be grateful. These scars sell the story. It’s not the greatest explanation, sure. It can’t