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drawing the curtain that served as a makeshift door. “Come out and let’s have some of that cognac.” Jeremy resumed his place on the couch.
    With her hair tied into a ponytail, dressed in her terry bathrobe and slippers, Annabel joined Jeremy on the couch . I t took her considerably less time to get out of those lacey contraptions than it took to put them on.
    “So, how was the conference?”
    “Oh, you know, same old, same old . A bunch of wannabes, desperate to get their foot in the door.”
    Annabel nodded, thinking it best not to mention that only a few months ago , Jeremy was no different himself.
    “Have you heard from Athena?”
    “No . W hy would you ask that?” Jeremy shifted in his seat, taking a swig of his drink. “It’s the weekend . S he never calls me on weekends.”
    “I was just hoping that she might have called with good news . I remember you mentioned that she was close to clinching a deal.”
    “She is, she is . S he just wants to make sure I get the best possible deal.”
    “Are you sure she’s not pushing too far? I mean, it’s you r decision, but I’m just worried that she might overdo it.”
    “Babe, Athena represents some of the best-selling authors in the country . I think she knows what she’s doing.”
    “I was only trying to help.”
    “I know.” Jeremy squeezed her shoulder. “I’m sorry.”
    “It’s all right.” Annabel snuggled closer to Jeremy. “Hey , I wanted to ask you something about the wedding…”
    “Can it wait till tomorrow? I just want to sit down and unwind for a bit.”
    “Sure . I t can wait.” With a sigh, Annabel reached for the book she had been meaning to finish . T here was always tomorrow.

Chapter 5
     
     
    “Did you have a nice weekend?” Annabel saw her boss in the doorway of her cupboard - like office before she even managed to put down her morning cup of coffee on her desk.
    “Hi, Paige . Y es , I did. How about yourself?”
    “Just marvelous!” Paige threw her head back theatrically. “But now it’s off to the races.”
    Annabel did her best to maintain a neutral expression . ‘ O ff to the races’ was Paige Martin’s favorite expression , and it never failed to puzzle Annabel . A s far as she could tell, there were no horses and no race track at the agency , and that was precisely the image that the expression summoned in her mind every time she heard it.
    “We’ve got a very important client coming in this afternoon,” Paige continued in her crisp, faintly accented tone. Paige Martin had grown up on a ranch in Australia , but one would never know that by her tailored Chanel suit tha t fitted her delicate, five-foot-four frame to a T and her Louboutin black heels. At the tender age of fifteen , Paige had been helping her father lasso cattle – a skill that she joked came in handy in landing a husband. When she was sixteen, both of her parents died in a car crash; the ranch was put up for repossession for unpaid taxes ; and Paige was sent to live with her alcoholic aunt. After putting up with her aunt for a year, Paige ran away to New York . Her fiery red hair and piercing green eyes made her an instant standout in the sea of blonds, and at the age of eighteen she married John Hall of Park Avenue, an investment banker who was twenty years her senior. She divorced him five years later on the grounds of infidelity , after she caught him banging his secretary in his office, no less. The evidence was undeniable, and Paige was awarded a sizeable chunk of her ex-husband’s fortune. Unencumbered by children, she promptly resumed her maiden name and used her divorce settlement , along with her ex-husband’s connections , to start her own advertising agency. Now, at the age of forty-two, Paige continued to fearlessly navigate the New York dating scene.
    “Ok ay , what is it? Fashion? Cosmetics?” Annabel grabbed her pad, ready to take notes. Despite its boutique size, Paige’s agency represented some of the best-known names