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“You never know. If you’re the right alien for her, you might.”

“Did you say Ivy?” Marcus asked.

Karn glowered at him. “What if I did?”

“You’re not talking about Ivy Blain?”

“You know her?”

“Know her! Of course I know her. She’s the reason I’m here.”

Karn turned his full attention to Marcus. He studied him more carefully. His clothes were designer, his aftershave stank of money, and his attitude was entitled. “How do you know Ivy?”

“She’s my girl.”

Karn’s eyebrows rose. “You and Ivy are together?”

“Well, we used to be,” Marcus said. “We had a misunderstanding, and she left me. The next thing I hear, she’s heading off into space to do PR for some alien dating agency.”

“That’s right. Ivy does a damn fine job at My Single Alien.”

“Is she still single?” Marcus asked. “Not that it matters. She’ll ditch whatever loser she’s with as soon as she knows I’m here.”

Karn repressed a snarl. “I believe so. You want to win Ivy back?”

“Absolutely. I plan on marrying her.”