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She wrinkled her nose “Hell of a lot to spend on clothes”

“Darling, I’ to have to corrupt you It’s only too much if they’re inferior clothes”

She sniffed, stuck her thuy brown trousers

“Here’s his brokerage account Screen three Spineless,” Roarke added after a quick scan

“What do you mean?”

“His investments, such as they are All no risk Govern of blue chip Everything on-planet”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing if you’re content to let your ather dust” He slanted her a look “Do you invest, lieutenant?”

“Yeah, right” She was still trying to e points “I watch the stock reports twice a day”

“Not a standard credit account” He nearly shuddered

“So what?”

“Give me what you have, I’ll double it within six months”

She only frowned, struggling to read the brokerage report “I’et rich”

“Darling,” he corrected in that flowing Irish lilt “We all are”

“How about contributions, political, charities, that kind of thing?”