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"You thought I was someone else?" I ask "Baby, that hurts"

"I know" Jamie reaches into a Gucci leather clutch envelope and pulls out a sht ease your pain

I reach out and hesitantly take the box "What is it?"

"Cigars Montecristos," she says, standing up, stretching "Iyou’re still as trendy as you used to be" She takes a drag off the cigarette, makes a face, stubs it out in an ashtray "I really don’t think ti around the suite, not iering the curtains, studying various knickknacks of s When I pick it up no one’s there I slowly place the phone back down

"That keeps happening," I mutter

Jamie continues to move around the room, runs her hands beneath desktops, inspects a laazes at the space behind the TV-Beck on a donkey, a Spice Girl swinging a lasso-then she lifts a re it apart when I interrupt

"Baby, why don’t you sit down?" I ask

"I’ve been lounging around all day" She stretches again, resumes a more casual pose "I can’t stay still"

"Uin aardly "How did you find me?"

"Hey-" She looks back at o first"

"I had ht you’d be staying at" She sighs, continues "The Connaught, the Stafford, Claridge’s, the Dorchester, the Berkeley, the Halcyon, then-boo which I just stare at her, dumbfounded

"What?" she asks "What is it?"

"How about the fking He Hempel? Jesus, baby"