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Oh, is that so?

So very so.

He loves me too much to tell me with words that have lost all meaning to him.

Of course that was Hayes’s grand gesture! How did I not see that coming?

Well, not until the beginning of the last chapter, that is. 😃

I’d hoped this job would be an opportunity but I fear I’ve actually put you into an obligation instead.

When you stigmatize something, that makes it worse than it is all on its own.

Breathe, Begonia. They run out of toilet paper at inopportune times in their bathrooms, too. They’re regular people too.

Hayes Rutherford, grump supreme, hater of people. Even bigger hater of peopling with people.

“If Francoise has any seaweed in the kitchen, I could do it for you. I have good clay for masks.”

Keisha’s face goes three shades past horrified. “Suggesting DIY spa days in these parts of the social ecosphere is like asking me if I know who Elvis Presley is. You don’t ask because you just know the answer.”

Hayes: You’re 32 and you still believe in magic?

Begonia: I believe in *making* magic.

… so he doesn’t have to go through all this ridiculous press and publicity with being the last eligible billionaire on the planet. Which he’s not, for the record. There are three single WOMEN billionaires who are in their 30’s and 40’s. And is anyone talking about them?! No! F#cking two-faced tw@ts!

I feel like the sludge left over in the pan after everyone else has eaten all of the grits. Dried up and leftover and ready to be washed down the drain and put out of my misery.

Helicopter? Please tell me that’s a billionaire joke.

Sagewood House is over an hour by car. We’re taking the helicopter.

It’s on my bucket list. But over a glacier in Alaska or into the heart of a dormant volcano in Hawaii. You know, so I can die in paradise and not over upstate New York?

I’m genuinely beginning to like liking her. Liking her leads to trusting her. And trusting her leads to her betraying me. And her betraying me leads to me being publicly single, and then my mother or my aunt or my grandmother or my father’s assistant’s mailman’s financial advisor will know THE perfect woman who would fit into my world as though she was born there.