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EMMY
Objectively speaking, Scott Lowes was a dreamboat, but no need to take my word for it. Ask any woman from Antarctica to Zagazig and they’d confirm that indisputable fact. Shiny brown hair with a hint of curl, dreamy blue-green eyes, a movie-poster smile… Oh, and he was rich too. According to Bradley, who knew these things, Lowes had been paid twenty-five million bucks for his most recent leading role. Women swooned over him; guys wanted to be him. Last year, he’d single-handedly started a trend for tweed kilts when he wore one to an award show.
Scott Lowes also made excellent bait.
“You decided to wear trousers today?” I asked as he took a seat opposite Black and me. The sun was shining, the smog was barely noticeable, and jet skis hummed in the distance. What better way to cel
