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Alexis’s eyebrows lifted “Yes? Believe ed a quick look with Brooke “U to say wickedly brilliant, a little bit serious, and gloriously British?”

Brooke nodded in enthusiastic agreeed “Hey, you asked And I don’t knohy you’re co how nice a quiet accountant neighbor would be”

Heather had just described Logan Harris, the Belles’ longtime accountant and Alexis’s friend-but-supposedly-never-lover The lish accent Objectively speaking, of course Heather had never been truly interested, because despite her boss’s constant ­denials, Logan had always seeether, only neither had realized it yet

But Alexis was getting that stubborn look that she alhenever they brought up Logan in a ro Alexis’s i us that you don’t kind of get the appeal of a hot musician?” she asked

Heather pursed her lips, a picture of Josh’s chiseled abs and very nice biceps co to mind

“Aha,” Brooke crowed “Busted”

“Okay, he’s good-looking,” Heather allowed “But in that too- kind of way, not like a throw-your-heart-at-his have their place”

“They do,” Heather said slowly “But I’uy whose mailbox is next to s?” Alexis finished for her

Heather shrugged “I don’t know It all just seems like a waste of time, you know? This fruitless wait for The One, who’s statistically likely to break your heart I’ it’ll never happen forht there, was the heart of the matter Heather had never been in love Not even close Lust, yes Affection, sure But she’d never experienced that head-over-heels, lose-your-heart-to-him love

And at twenty-seven, she ay past due, and yet she was also all too aware of how disastrous it could be to fall too hard and fast for the wrong type of guy She’d seen it tiain with her mom Not that her mom had dated jerks—well, okay, a couple had been rotten—but Joan Fowler had ­always ht houy who’d lasted a week, her soul mate

Heather’s mom was a smart woman Scrappy, feisty, and street-smart Except when it came to men But while Joan Fowler still hadn’t learned froe of fourteen, Heather had learned to stop hoping for happily ever after For her mother or for herself

Still, it didn’t stop her fro Sometimes, in ht, the white horse, the whole gig

But even in the weakest ofirls fell for

“Much as I wish I had the love of your life in my back pocket, the best I can offer up is breakfast meat,” Brooke said sy aside her pity party for a better tiet the coffee”

“Got it,” Brooke said “Alexis?”

“No, I’o”

Heather and Brooke both looked at their boss expectantly Alexis’s s”

There was a mo,fro her ar happily while unabashedly ju in socialite culture since the Kardashians broke onto the scene The daughter of Hollywood’s biggest director and an international super looks and unlis