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“A real job? Dahed “Look, Lissa and I figured it out o You don’t really work for a private art collector”

E Instead, she moaned

“No I don’t”

“See, one of Lissa’s friends was in New York She met you once… Anyway, she was at Bloo hers and she was pretty sure she saw you working at the Dior counter”

Hell Emily tried for casual “She could have said hello”

“Lissa had told her you lived in New York, that you orking for a rich guy with a private art stash”

Emily winced “Don’t tell Travis or—”

“We’re your sisters, E makeup”

How about playing piano in a bar? Eht, but she didn’t say it

“So, tell allery?”

“Not exactly”

“Then where?”

Elass to her lips, frohen she found it empty Back to the kitchen, snatch the bottle of Chardonnay from the counter, tuck the phone between shoulder and ear, fill the glass…

“E?”

“It’s not a where, it’s a who I mean, it’s ho With whom”