"Alright," Eric conceded, softening for her sake. "If you're set on flying under the radar, I'll let you call the shots this time."
A low chuckle rumbled from him before he tossed out. "Hadley, do I get a ‘good boy' when I actually bend an ear to you?"
What kind of absurd question was that?
Caught off guard, Hadley's finger hit the end call button swiftly.
Her seatmate-a lithe fellow dancer—tilted her _ head, curiosity glinting in her eyes. "Hadley, you alright? You're pale as a winter moon."
"Pale?" Hadley's hand drifted to her cheek, puzzled.
"Yeah," the girl said, gesturing vaguely. "Like a ghost just whispered in your ear."
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