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"No, thank you"

"Nice topper" He winked and Evie re in theof a druggist’s shop, and Evie stopped to fix her hair and replace the porter’s hat with her own briht to make sure she was at her best She took the twenty-dollar bill she’d won playing poker and, after a moment of deliberation, stuffed it into the pocket of her red, su coat

"I can’t say I bla for a while"

The voice was ht his reflection in the er piece in front that refused to stay swept back Amber eyes and dark brows His smile could only be described as wolfish

Evie turned slowly "Do I know you?"

"Not yet But I hope to remedy that" He stuck out a hand "Saeline O’Neill of the Zenith O’Neills"

"The Zenith O’Neills? Now I feel underdressed Let ain, and Evie felt a little off balance He was of ht and compact build His shirtsleeves had been rolled to his elbows; his trousers orn at the knees Faint black sers, as if he’d been shining shoes A pair of aviator’s goggles hung around his neck Her first New York ades

"Well, it was nice to meet you, Mr Lloyd, but I’d better--"

"Sam" He picked up her case so quickly she didn’t even see his hand move "Let me carry that for you"

"Really I can--" She made a swipe for her case but he held it up

"I insist Myso unchivalrous"

"Well"--Evie looked around nervously--"just as far as the door, then"

"Where ya headed?"

"My, you ask a lot of questions"

"Let irl?"

Evie shook her head

"Model? Actress? Princess? You’re too pretty to be just anybody"

"Are you on the level?"