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These are one hundred percent me,” she informs Matt coolly. “I’d offer to let you find out for yourself, but oh wait . . . been there, done that. Snore

Who am I kidding, it’s more than nice. The guy lives on the fifty-sixth floor of a fancy high-rise with a view of the Freedom Tower.

“Did he?” Sabrina says thoughtfully. “Interesting. He doesn’t often discuss our friendship. With anyone. But yes, we’re close. As close as possible to siblings without sharing parents.”

“You say that like you’re not his lead guard dog most of the time,” Matt snaps.

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” Sabrina puts a hand to her chest as though appalled by her faux pas. “Can you not afford it?”

I can’t do this, Ian. I can’t play your games. I don’t know what to do when one day you want me, the next you’re angry with me and don’t.”

Hi, dear,” he murmurs, kissing her cheek.
She pats his jaw affectionately. “Hey, love.”

“I date women from my social circle.”

“Well, we’re never going to get anywhere with him looking like that,” I say, gesturing at Kennedy.
“I want to agree, but we’ve seen too much to the contrary,” Matt says. “One of life’s great puzzles, why women dig a nerd.”

“I was assured by Mr. and Mrs. Wolfe that I’d have this company’s full cooperation.”
“And you have our full cooperation. What can I do for you?”