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you on it. Answer it or not, I just want you to know when I’m thinking of you. And, to make it even creepier, I put in the GPS tracker, so if you have it with you and turned on, I’ll know where you are. If you want privacy, just turn it off.”
    It was bordering on stalking, but he could tell that her treacherous, lusty side loved the idea that he had already been plotting a concerted pursuit.
    She looked down into his face with a little pout of disappointment. “Maybe you’re right about leaving the us discussion behind for now.”
    â€œIs that what this is?” He smiled up at her. “An us discussion? There’s an us ?” By that point, she could tell he was making fun of her.
    â€œGet up, you big beast.” She gave his shoulders a final squeeze and then they stood up.
    They walked along the beach in a companionable silence for a few minutes, until Abby broke the quiet. “Since we don’t seem to be seeing eye to eye on the whole sex-on-the-beach idea, how about you talk to me about my future. What do you think I’d be good at, Eliot?”
    â€œYou’d probably turn a pretty profit with that whole sex-on-the-beach business idea—”
    She gave him a swift kick to the back of his calf by swinging her left leg behind her right.
    â€œOw!”
    â€œI just told you I’d give it to you for free, you rotter!” she cried.
    â€œVery bad financial model—”
    â€œStop it, you!” She was laughing in frustration, but he could tell she was also relieved to feel like he was back to being plain old joking Eliot.
    â€œAll right. Fine.” He sighed in mock resignation. “I’ll quit teasing and go back to being your Good Friend Eliot. What would Abigail be good at? She’s fetching, charming, a defender of the weak. She’s pure of heart, kind, democratic, not afraid to get dirty. She sits a horse perfectly, despises pretension—”
    â€œEnough!” She laughed again. “I’m none of that. I’m a haphazard, hodgepodge, mishmash of a woman. My CV looks like a brainstorming session for an unreliable teenager: farmer, well-digger, eco-warrior.” She sighed and whispered, “Heiress.”
    â€œBeautiful. Graceful,” he added gently.
    ***
    Abigail hated how much she loved hearing those weighty, timeless compliments fall so effortlessly from this man’s lips. She knew she should have been more wary of the businessman whose life was a capitalist study in the commoditization of said Beauty and Grace. But still. She melted a little when he said them to her. About her.
    â€œYou’re not helping,” she said.
    â€œAll right. I’ll try again. Why don’t we work our way back from what you don’t want to do… just blurt out yes or no. Let’s see. Nine-to-five office job?”
    â€œNo.”
    â€œLondon?”
    â€œMaybe.”
    â€œNew York?”
    â€œI think no, but maybe for the right job.”
    â€œParis?”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œGeneva?” His voice rose an octave in hopeful inquiry.
    â€œEliot! I’m not moving to Geneva just because you live there!”
    â€œWell, why not? There are worse reasons.”
    â€œAll right, maybe Geneva… there are more NGOs there per capita than anywhere else… I guess The Hague might have more, but it just sounds so boring. Amsterdam and Barcelona sound like fun.”
    â€œOkay, so we’ve narrowed it down to Geneva—”
    She kicked him lightly on the back of his leg again.
    â€œOkay, so we’ve narrowed it down to someplace urban and fun in Europe. Barcelona, Geneva, Paris, London. I get it. Now about the nuts and bolts. Are you definitely committed to all this enviro-nonsense?”
    She pulled her hand out of his grasp and turned to set herself directly in front of him. “See? That!” She poked her right index finger into his chest. “It’s not nonsense, and yes,