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now, but the Anderson brothers are here.”
    “Who?”
    I turn around to meet the objects of Jess’s gaze, but a quick swat on my hand makes me snap my head back to Jess.
    “I said don’t look. Jeez.”
    “Why?”
    “Don’t you read the blogs? These two are the hottest guys in real estate right now. Well, they might not be for much longer.”
    “Can I look now?” I ask, turning my head slightly but keeping my eyes on Jess.
    “Fine. But be cool about it. Don’t stare.”
    I turn my head around slowly to gaze upon the famous Anderson brothers, whoever they are.
    And I have to admit that Jess is right - they are hot.
    It’s like I’m seeing double. They both have gorgeous faces and great bodies and a similar look, but I’m more drawn to one of them. He’s a little bit taller than the other, with a thick head of ashy dark blonde hair and strong eyebrows - God, I love good eyebrows - and a scruffy beard that growls man . His brother is cute, but is more clean-cut. He also seems a little distracted and nervous, typing furiously on his phone.
    “So, who are these two, exactly?”
    “The Anderson brothers. Their father was this real estate guy in the 70s. Tons of money. But they wanted to do their own thing. They started their own company, and they’re doing really well for themselves, but they just got sued. Big time. Something about some land. I’m not sure. You’re a serious journalist. Don’t you read the papers?”
    “Yeah, but I guess I missed this. I don’t really look at the real estate and finance stuff. You know I’m more interested in education. Local civics. That kind of thing. And anyway, I’m not interested in the unfortunate luck of some rich guys who might lose, like, a tenth of their wealth.”
    “Well, read up on these two. You might learn something.”
    She flashes a mischievous smile and her eyes sparkle as she looks at them over the top of her shot glass.

 
    4. Drew
    “She’s a bitch. Forget her. And we have more important things to worry about right now. Are you listening to me at all ?”
    My brother looks up from his phone. He’s giving me a pep talk, trying to talk me into hating Clarissa, trying to get my head back into the game. But the only thing I can think about is sleazy Robert stealing my fiancee right out from under my nose.
    The crazy thing is that I was relieved , in a way, that the wedding was off, until I realized it was Robert’s doing. If Clarissa had come to the decision on her own, I would have stayed relieved. But throwing Robert into the mix is stirring up emotions that I know I have to tamp down.
    It isn’t worth getting mad over.
    I sip at my gin and tonic and crush an ice cube between my teeth.
    Fucking Robert Crandall .
    “I’m listening. Would you get off your phone? Let the attorneys handle it. You aren’t doing yourself any good reading the articles a million times. You’re just working yourself up. We had a successful meeting today. You’re the numbers guy. You’re the one who’s good at spotting trends. All those spreadsheets prove it. Leave the legal stuff to the legal guys.”
    The entire afternoon, after I was dumped during lunch, consisted of strategy meetings with the attorneys. We had come up with a good plan: fight the other firm tooth and nail for the rights to the land. Prove we had our stake in it first.
    I don’t want to lose this one. We’ve poured almost all of our capital into this deal, and even though we could just come to a compromise with the other firm, we decided to fight. There’s just too much risk involved in settling.
    I’m confident we will win.
    We have to win.
    “Okay. You’re right. Let’s just focus on why we came here.
    I scan the room. I know why my brother brought me here tonight. It’s to get my mind off Clarissa. It’s to move on from her, fast, and get my head clear.
    What he meant was that I need to have some pretty little thing with her stilettos digging into my back by the end of the night.
    That