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work, I’ll be lucky to end up on Dancing with the Stars .”
    â€œThe show’s going to be a hit,” Garrison assured her beforeturning his attention back to the Wall Street talk on CNBC.
    She gave him a probing look.
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œI’m concerned about Sutton.”
    â€œWe’ve been over this,” Garrison said impatiently. “The tabloids are bullshit. I didn’t break up with her by FedEx letter.We ended things on good terms.”
    His assurance mollified her to a degree.
    â€œBut she’s difficult as hell on her best day,” Garrison went on. “And she might decide to act like a cunt just because you’re with me now.”
    Emma admonished him with narrowed eyes. “I don’t like that word.”
    â€œCunt? It’s a great word.”
    â€œIt’s offensive.”
    â€œDepends on the context,” Garrison argued. “If I was fucking you and told you how much I loved your cunt, I bet you’d love the sound of the word.”
    Emma shook her head. “You’re disgusting.”
    Garrison reached out for her arm and pulled her toward him. “Am I? Fix me another bourbon and come back to bed. I’ll show you how disgusting I can be.”
    Emma went through the motions. She played barmaid. She submitted to his lusty kisses and passionate embraces. But her heart was simply not into it. She wondered if it ever would be again ... with him ... or with anyone else.

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    Everybody’s heard of the poor little rich girl. Well, what about the poor little rich boy? A certain trust fund baby has been put on notice by his fed-up parents that the open credit line days are over. What’s an accomplishedsociety boy and aspiringscreenwriter to do? Go to work! But at the end of the day, his family might have been better off just extendinghis allowance. Why? They prefer a low profile for their “confirmedbachelor” son. But he’s scored an attention-getting job that insiders are saying will make him a star. That, coupled with his unlikely new BFF, should make poor little rich boy the talk of the town.

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    Finn
    â€œHer poopie doesn’t smell bad at all. Isn’t that amazing? I mean, have you ever heard of a baby whose poopie didn’t stink?” As she waited for an answer, Tilly Lockhart transferred Cantaloupe to the waiting arms of her Russian-born nanny, Veronika.
    Finn Robards just stood there, appreciative of the child’s uncanny beauty but not convinced that Jo Malone would somedayconsider concocting a new fragrance based on the baby’s shit.
    â€œWell?”Tilly demanded. “Have you ever heard of that?”
    â€œOh, I thought you were speaking rhetorically,” Finn said. “Am I really supposed to answer?”
    Tilly rolled her eyes skyward and focused on the nanny. “Veronika, I think Cantaloupe should spend six minutes in her bouncy seat and then take a nice nap.” Suddenly, she halted, her violet eyes blazing with anger as she leaned in to sniff the immigrant caregiver. “You’re still smoking!”
    Veronika’s face turned pink with embarrassment. “Mrs. Lockhart ... I ... no smoke near—”
    Tilly made quite a show out of removing Cantaloupe from the woman’s arms. “I told you to quit! I was very clear about that!”
    Veronika turned desperately toward Finn, who had no choice but to look away. After all, what say did he have in the matter?
    Tilly cradled Cantaloupe close to her chest and instantly recoiled. “Ugh! Now she needs a bath and another outfit! I can smell your icky smoke on her!”
    Veronika started to cry.
    â€œWhy are you crying,Veronika? Cantaloupe smells like an ashtray, and now I have to reschedule my workout with Paul, which he’ll still charge me for, by the way. So expect that to be deducted from your salary this week, assuming you last until the