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    “Hello, Melissa. Call me March. Ms. Morgan sounds old.”
    The application consisted of an initial interview, the ton of paperwork, and a final interview when she’d chosen a companion. Mayfair didn’t call the Special Editions androids. Her hand trembled as she handed the forms to the girl. The time had arrived. She could scarcely hear over the pounding of her heart and rush of blood in her ears.
    Walking ahead, Melissa glanced over her shoulder. “Things like hair and eye color can be customized as can the features if you wish and have a photograph of what you want. Mayfair plans to sell only ten Special Editions initially. In the second production, none will be an exact replica of the first in that particular line.”
    “Why only ten?” March learned what it meant for your heart to skip a beat. What if she hadn’t surrendered to impulse—fate—and hurried to England?
    “Society isn’t advanced enough to accept androids as a different race, if you will.”
    March studied her guide as she followed Melissa along a Jacobean paneled corridor decorated with Impressionist art. She envied the other woman’s haircut. The black straight hair swept into a nice angle at the collarbone. March’s style was much the same, but her baby fine hair had a mind of its own. Their footsteps on the polished oak floor echoed in the silence. Melissa paused at ornate brass double doors and flashed her badge at the card reader. She stood aside, waving March ahead.
    Her heart leapt into her throat. A tremor passed through her as she stepped over the threshold into old world glamour. A round mahogany table with gargoyle feet claimed center stage in the expanse carpeted with exquisite Persian rugs. Walls of pale blue silk soared to a plastered ceiling. Two brocade sofas flanked the crackling fire. The opulence was overwhelming.
    What the hell am I doing here? I’m way out of my depth. She couldn’t even afford the gold-framed mirror capturing her terrified expression.
    “Melissa, I think I’ve made a mistake in coming.” She turned, but the other woman clasped her hand.
    “You’ll never forgive yourself if you don’t take this chance.” She smiled encouragement. “I’m a Special Edition customized for our first client. Each one of us is different. The changes may be slight, but no two are alike, exactly as with humans. You wouldn’t want to show up at a formal party with the same dress as another woman.”
    March’s eyes widened in surprise. “It’s unbelievable.” She shook her head slowly. “You are a Special Edition?”
    The pretty android nodded and snapped the doors closed behind them. Here too was a card reader on the wall. The only way out was with a badge. A strange thought blazed through March’s mind. Was this the moment the door closes, and you discover you’re imprisoned in some bizarre experiment? Ridiculous, but a shiver played over her. What if one of the units malfunctioned?
    “Though you indicated your preference is for a man, we always introduce the girls as well to make the fellows feel less like they are on display.” Melissa strode across the room to an arched doorway. “Come, greet our visitor from America.”
    At the sound of footsteps, March tensed. She didn’t know what she’d expected, maybe for the androids to enter one by one for her inspection. An auburn-haired couple wearing jeans and Mayfair t-shirts were the first to step into the lamplight. In a tuxedo, the singer Daniel, laughing with a gorgeous blonde, came next. A stunning man with the high cheekbones and long straight hair of a Native American smiled at her.
    Motionless, she watched the parade of beauty, but none of them struck the special chord that would make her heart sing. They can be customized, she reminded herself. Still, it took more than looks to make her fall in love.
    Then he strode through the door, and her heart did a double backflip. She inhaled a soft gasp. He was perfect, no customization needed. The only