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“Sudden from his side! He never noticed me before a few weeks ago, and now we’re drinking wine at his private club the second his wife files for divorce?” “How d’you know he never noticed you before? Did he tell you that?” I stop and consider it. “Well . . . no.” “He’s been married the entire time you’ve known each other, right?” “Yes.” “So he wasn’t in a position to tell you if he fancied you. This was his chance.” I drag my hands through my hair, still damp at the nape from my shower, and consider what he’s suggesting. Finally I drop onto the sofa next to him and sigh, rubbing my forehead. “Honestly I don’t know what to think. I acted like I was having a breakdown. I was a complete wreck. I probably blew it.” “Except he said he wanted to call you.” I shake my head, unconvinced an
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