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“Bentley says he is the most mature of them all. That he always has been. He’s also the most private and intense.”

She snorted. “There’s the pot calling the kettle black. Mr. Rigid himself.”

“I think he means he is old beyond his years.”

She pulled out her laptop. “Well, I like him, and I think he’s good for her. She smiles more.”

“I guess time will tell.”

She nodded. “For all of us.”

“Who knew all this would happen the day Bentley tripped over my rucksack and told me off?”

“I know. Your millionaire is pretty awesome.”

I scowled. “He’s more than a millionaire.”

“I know that. I was only teasing.”

“He’s so much more than his money.”

“He is with you.” She sighed. “The way he came to me and asked for a dress for you. He was so”—she waved her hand—“earnest and worried. He wanted you to feel pretty, but not overwhelmed. He wanted to make you happy.”

“He did. He does—all the time.” I glanced to the side. “Except for the escorts.”

“At least they aren’t obvious.”

“No,” I agreed. “They stay in