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She loved New York She loved the hustle and bustle, she loved the people and she definitely loved living in the city that never slept But she’d also always loved the Haht not have a billion-dollar bank account But there was so about this place that e and hamlet after another The space The air The views And the houses

The houses here were to die for

Her stoave a little flip-flop as the road stretched ahead of them and they passed one palatial mansion after another Each one was individual, styled a little differently frohbor Some had been up for hties with a con that already looked dated

Mansion spotting was a popular pastime in the Hamptons A few house builders had obviously decided not to take part in the game and set their homes far back from the road Phoebe wrinkled her nose Those people had no sense of fun What was the point in house spotting if you couldn’t even see it?

The car slowed a little and her eyes widened She was fas Anyone atched TV would be fas One of the streets around here was nicknamed Billionaires’ Row Some of the most expensive homes in the US were here

Phoebe leaned back in the seat and tried to catch her breath Any minute now they would turn another corner in another direction She shot a sideways glance at Matteo He’d told her his hoht he’d meant this street Did people actually live here?

The car ht-iron gates, then snaked its way down a long driveway Sitting in priest houses Phoebe had ever seen

She couldn’t breathe She actually couldn’t breathe By soed to finish a call and put his phone away

Please don’t let hiht now

He seelanced upward—a look of indifference

To a house like this? Really?