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unlocked the door to his workshop, his phone ringing as he let himself in.
    Mumbling a curse under his breath, he ran to answer it. “ Oui? ” he said into the receiver.
    “You never answer your phone,” a familiar voice grumbled.
    “Because I know it’s you, Philippe,” he replied smoothly to the art historian.
    “I bring you work. You should be on your knees, thanking me, because otherwise you wouldn’t have your fancy home.”
    His fancy home was a seventeenth-century building that frequently had plumbing and electrical problems. But it housed him, gave him an expansive workshop, and allowed him to help Marcel. Yes, he was grateful for Philippe, and they both knew it. “So are you annoying me this morning for a reason?”
    “Yes.” There was a rustle of papers. “A colleague of mine has an emergency. She needs your services badly. I told her you’re unbearable but, quite frankly, you’re the only one who can properly restore her relic.”
    “Thank you for the vote of confidence,” Finn murmured.
    “It’s in London. I’ll text you the information. She’s expecting you tomorrow.”
    London. Finn shook his head. “I hate London.”
    “You want to secure your name as a foremost expert in restoration, don’t you?”
    “Yes.”
    “Then you’ll get past your dislike of London and go see Madame Potter.”
    He shook his head. “Nothing is worth returning to London.”
    “Not even King Edward’s Chair?”
    He stilled. King Edward’s Chair was one of Britain’s greatest treasures. All the monarchs since 1308 had sat on it during their coronation. To be the person selected to restore it was an honor beyond any sum of money. “Why does it need restoration? It’s under lock and key at Westminster Abbey.”
    Philippe chuckled. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist. Go to London. Abigail Potter will give you all the details.”
    As soon as Finn hung up, he received the text with Abigail Potter’s information. He leaned against his worktable, studying the message.
    The Coronation Chair hadn’t been used since Elizabeth II had been crowned in 1953. It wasn’t accessible to the public. Nothing should have happened to it, and if something had, it’d have been all over the news.
    It wouldn’t hurt to go to London, just to appease his curiosity. He didn’t need to take the commission.
    Except that it was the greatest honor any restoration expert could receive: the chance to restore such an important piece. It was the sort of project that would secure his name in the art circles.
    Everyone would know his name.
    Especially his father. It’d kill James Buchanan for Finn to have that sort of recognition.
    “I guess I’m headed back to London,” he said into the emptiness of his studio, used to the silence that followed.

Chapter Three
    Chloe stared at the chemical compounds on the test in front of her. If she rearranged the letters, she could spell “oh no.”
    Oh no was right. So far, she’d answered two of the twenty problems. She was pretty sure her teacher had put those questions on there specifically for her, so she wouldn’t feel like a complete failure.
    She looked to the front row, where Hunter Vicks sat. He was filling out the test in pen . Of course he was. Not only was Hunter Vicks gorgeous, but he was brilliant, too—in everything, but especially science.
    If Hunter was a character in one of her stories, he’d turn right now and give her a reassuring smile. She’d have given him the ability to freeze everyone except the two of them, and he’d walk back to her and kiss her.
    She thought about kissing him a lot.
    Maybe if she thought more about science, she wouldn’t be doing so poorly in class. She looked at the test again, even if it was hopeless.
    “Class is just about over,” Mrs. Watley said, closing her book. “Finish what you have left and bring your papers up front as you leave.”
    Excellent. Chloe picked up her bag and headed to her teacher’s desk. She set it upside