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    â€œHere he is.” Grace nodded as she looked at her laptop screen, her eyes scanning back and forth. “Chambers Gin...famous British family...divorce.” She looked up. “Divorce?”
    â€œYes. I told you that. Remember? He has a baby. Lila. I don’t really know much other than his wife came from a prestigious family, too, and whatever happened between the two of them, she took off six weeks after the baby was born.” Ashley rubbed her forehead. “It’s all online if you read enough.”
    â€œI take it you’ve read it all.”
    â€œPretty much. What can I say? I was curious. A ridiculously hot guy moves in across the hall, a girl Googles him.”
    â€œHis wife leaves him and the baby six weeks after she’s born? Whatever broke them up had to have been bad.”
    â€œOr it’d been brewing for a long time. The reason for the divorce was listed as ‘irretrievable breakdown.’ I guess that’s what they call irreconcilable differences in the UK.”
    â€œYeah, but a mother leaving her child?”
    â€œI know. It’s awful.”
    Grace returned her vision to the screen. “Financial markets... Cambridge University...”
    â€œWill you just give this up? He’s never going to agree to go with me to that party, anyway.”
    â€œShush. I’m reading. Rowing team...yada yada yada. Oh. My. God.” She clamped her hand over her mouth. Her eyes were as big as hubcaps when she looked up at Ashley.
    She found it.
    â€œHe’s in a calendar. Britain’s most eligible bachelors.”
    â€œOh yeah. That. Sorta funny, isn’t it? I mean, Mr. November? I’d give him crap about it if I wasn’t trying to keep him calm.”
    â€œSo you’ve seen the pictures?”
    She shrugged it off, pretending to busy herself with her pen and pad. “It’s not like I bought one of the calendars.” Of course she hadn’t. It was sold out.
    â€œI can’t believe you didn’t tell me about this. We just hit the mother lode. This is perfect. You invite the hot British gin maker and I get to write the world’s most amazing press release. This might end up being the pinnacle of my career.”
    â€œOh please. It’s a calendar to raise money for a children’s hospital. They do it every year. I doubt it’s a big deal.”
    â€œUh, the picture of him with no shirt? I can guarantee people will care about that. A lot of people.”
    Grace got up from her chair, set her computer on Ashley’s desk and flipped it around. They were both confronted with one of Britain’s most eligible bachelors and his splendid physique. “You told me he was handsome, but you really undersold it. Look at his abs. And those shoulders.”
    Ashley shook her head, wishing she could erase the image of Marcus’s incredible torso, the one lovingly embossed on her brain. Is it stuffy in here? “You’re making a big deal out of nothing. That photo is probably airbrushed like crazy.” With the computer on her desk, it was impossible to avoid shirtless, sweaty Marcus, standing on shore next to the River Thames after a rowing race, smiling no less. “And I mean, he might look hot, but ignore that. He can be insufferable if he wants to be.”
    â€œI could put up with a whole lot of insufferable for a guy with abs like that.” Grace returned to her seat, thankfully removing the influence of the pictures. “The network is going to be over the moon when I tell them you’re bringing one of Britain’s most eligible bachelors to the premiere party.”
    â€œHold on a second. I haven’t even asked him. Were you not listening earlier? He hates me. Hates. Me.”
    Grace didn’t react to Ashley’s words, instead looking at her laptop screen. “It says here that he’s responsible for the US launch of a whole new brand of gin for his family’s