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He had strange eyes—they made me think of a two-way mirror. Like you could feel somebody on the other side watching you, but the only reflection you saw was your own.

You really have to be careful what you say, because screenshots — screenshots are the worst thing.”

Ali flashed a huge smile at Pascal. “Oh, yes,” she said with confidence. “Handray will come back. Allah will only let him

single one.

“You marry Matthew?” he said with a choked laugh. “By God, Ali, if we weren’t in a public place I’d shake you till your

ts, the family assumed they’d slept together.”

“Ah,” Andre said. “Practical.”

“Of c

showing.
“You like Hugo,” he repeated, his brow drawing down. “And why not? He probably

daughters’ misfortune. I know they both had their hearts set on marriage

“The mist on the glass is congealing, ’tis the hurricane’s icy breath. And it shows how the warmth of friendship grows cold in the clasp of death. So stand, stand to your glasses steady, and drink to your sweetheart’s eyes.”

I like to know what I’m putting in my mouth.

Yes, at seven-thirty. Your name—”

The door to her office opened and her assistant called out, advising her that the executive editor, her boss, wanted to see her, pronto.

“Hello…” Dawson said impatiently. “I haven’t got all day, lady. The other line is ringing.”

“Britt Astor,” Brittany replied, adding her address on Park Avenue, while Sandy waved to her frantically.

By the time Brittany fixed the scheduling snafu for her boss and nabbed a seat on the subway, she was too exhausted to worry about the upcoming interview. She was too tired to malinger over the fact that she’d given her name and address to a complete stranger— and a cranky one, at that. Oh