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"It’s a hundred-dollar entrance fee,” Christa snaps, taking far too much pleasure in announcing that sum as she purses her lips off to the side, giving Amelia a nasty-girl slow once-over. “A hundred dollars?” Amelia asks, though it comes out in a deflated, breathy whisper. “Yup. Sorry,” Christa sneers with a sorry-not-sorry saccharine sweet voice. “No exceptions. Not even for the kids who were on scholarship.” And that’s it. Before Christa can say anything else that will make me want to throttle her, I walk over to Amelia, wrapping my hand around her waist. “Sweetheart,” I exclaim. “You made it. I was starting to get worried.” Amelia jolts in my arms, her breath catching high in her throat as she twists to face me. Then she looks up, and up a bit more because she’s about a foot shorter than I am even in her heels. Suddenly, two sparkling gray eyes blink rapidly at me, and my heart starts to pound in time with the flutter of her lashes, my mouth dry like I’ve been eating sand all night. “I’m sorry,” she says, confused, her parted lips hanging just a bit too open for us to be selling this. “I think you must—” I lean in, my nose brushing against her silky red hair that smells like honeysuckle or something sweet, and I breathe into her ear, “Just go with it.” Start reading Doctor Scandalous today https://www.amazon.com//dp/B0998BZ8XH