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I look away first.

“I have three possibilities,” she announces. “Maybe four.”

“Off the rack?”

She looks personally offended.

“Absolutely not.”

I glance at Mitchell. He's biting back a smile.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“I don't understand.”

“You don't need to,” the designer says. “That's my job.”

She takes me gently by the shoulders and turns me toward a curtained fitting area.

“I will dress you.”

“I only have a few hours.”

She waves that away.

“I need one.”

“One?”

“One hour.”

Then she turns to Mitchell.

“You.”

He actually looks behind himself. I snort.

“Me?”

“Leave.”

His eyebrows rise. I have the sudden feeling Mitchell Knight doesn't get told to leave very often.

Possibly ever.

“But I brought her.”

“And now I have her.”

I laugh. I can't help it.

The expression on his face is priceless. The designer points toward the door.

“Go conduct a hostile takeover. Buy an island. Whatever it is you do when women are busy.”

“I suppose I have some calls I can make.”