The Fixer by Jennifer Lynn Barnes

fixer

Emilia hooked her arm through mine, like we were the best of friends. “You solve problems,” she said again. “I have a problem. Ergo..” “You have a job for me.” This conversation was starting to make so much more sense. “Your barking up the wrong tree here, Emilia.” “So you’re not the Tess Kendrick that Anna Hayden is swearing is a miracle worker?” Another eyebrow arch. “Anna’s not exactly sharing what the miracle was, but she’s a big fan, and she has a big mouth.” “Hayden.” I said out loud. “The girl I….helped….yesterday.’ “Hayden comma Anna.” Emilia dropped my arm. “Freshman wallflower and the only person at this school with a Secret Service escort?”

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