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“Huh The town’s named after your family?” he’d said

She’d tried to recover fast, told him that it could be

The next tiled Wilde’s Crossing, Googled her Hell of a thing, he’d said, ales would play at being poor

Lesson learned

E poor, she would be poor That hen she’d dropped her last na into the sky Her ave her the anonymity she needed and it felt coed to her She’d retyped her résue, had them add a note to her files so that if anyone called to verify her transcript, she’d turn up as Emily Madison as well as Emily Wilde

And that was it

She wasn’t a Poor Little Rich Girl any to make it in New York

That was how Marco saw her E career, and if he wanted to believe he was introducing her to a lifestyle she’d never known before, how could she tell him she knew all about the way people withhim more about herself than he needed to know? He’d hired a Madison, not a Wilde, and that was the way things would remain

Nothing personal It had to do only with business

So when he reassured her about the safety of private planes, she smiled politely

“Thank you That’s good to hear”

What wasn’t reassuring was the way her breath caught at the feel of his hand on her waist, the hardness of his body as she brushed past him toward a soft leather chair

“OK?” he said

Emily nodded “Fine”

“Good” He cleared his throat as he sat down in a chair angled toward hers Charles had disappeared behind a door at the rear of the plane “I know this is all very sudden This job This trip You must have questions”