And I knew one thing for certain; Damien Blackthorne was trouble with a capital T. I left Nick’s side without bothering to look back, and followed Teresa out of the bar. We walked back in the direction of the room I was staying in, but before we reached my room, she opened the door to a much larger room with four single beds in it. There were eight girls inside in various states of getting ready. One girl was still wrapped in a towel with curlers in her hair. Another was using straighteners to get her black hair lush and poker straight. They all turned to look at me as I entered the room, but there wasn’t any animosity there. They were just curious, and all returned my smiles. “Here you go,” Teresa said, pointing out her makeup bag on a large dressing table. “Help yourself.” I guessed it wasn’t terribly hygienic, sharing makeup, but I thought a little powder wouldn’t hurt. It was really nice of Teresa to offer, even if Nancy had persuaded her to do it. “Thanks.” I smiled as my fingers clasped a compact of bronzing powder.
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