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magazine. There just didn’t seem to be any place in the market for it. But as she and I talked it through, we realized there was a serious lack of a Runway -esque wedding magazine—super high-end, glossy, with gorgeous photography and zero cheese factor. Something that featured celebrities and socialites and weddings that were financially out of reach for most readers but that still played to their daydreams and plans. A book that offered the sophisticated, savvy, style-conscious woman page after page of inspiration on which she could model her own wedding. Right now there’s a whole lot of baby’s breath and dyeable shoes and tiaras, but there isn’t anything showing a more sophisticated bride her options. I think The Plunge will fill a real niche.”
    Max stared at her, a bottle of root beer clutched in his right hand.
    “Sorry, I didn’t mean to give you the full pitch. I just get excitedtalking about it.” Andy took a sip of her Corona and wondered if it was insensitive of her to drink in front of Max.
    “I was ready to invest because the idea is solid, Emily’s very convincing, and you’re extremely attractive. I didn’t realize you can be every bit as convincing as Emily.”
    “I went overboard, didn’t I?” Andy buried her forehead in her hands. “Sorry.” She said the words, but she could think of nothing other than Max calling her extremely attractive.
    “You’re not just a good writer, Andy. We can all get together in the city and discuss the details next week, but I can tell you right now that Harrison Media Holdings would like to be a principal investor in The Plunge. ”
    “I know I speak for Emily and myself when I say we would love that,” Andy said, immediately regretting her formality.
    “We’re going to make a lot of money together,” Max said, holding his bottle up.
    Andy clinked it. “Cheers. To being business partners.”
    Max looked at her weirdly but clinked her bottle again and took a sip.
    Andy felt momentarily awkward but quickly reassured herself she’d said the right thing. After all, Max was a player. Linked to models and society stick figures. This was business, and business partners sounded good and smart.
    The mood had changed, that much was clear, so Andy wasn’t surprised when Max dropped her back at Emily’s in-laws’ right after their late-afternoon steamer expedition. He kissed her on the cheek and thanked her for a great day and made no mention whatsoever of getting together again, save for a meeting in his company conference room with Emily and a full legal and accounting team.
    And why would he? Andy wondered. Just because he’d flirted a little and called her attractive? Because together they’d spent a single perfect day? None of it meant a damn thing more than due diligence on Max’s part: he was scoping out his investment, beinghis usual charming and adorable self and having a little flirtatious fun on the side. Which was, according to Emily and everything she could find online, exactly what Max did, and did well and often. Clearly, none of it meant he was the least bit interested in her.
    Emily was ecstatic to hear how successful the day had been, and the meeting in the city the following Thursday was even better. Max committed Harrison Media Holdings to a staggering six-figure number to get The Plunge up and running, more than either of them had even dreamed of, and, almost even better, Emily wasn’t able to join them for the spontaneous celebratory lunch Max proposed the three of them share.
    “If you had any idea how hard it was to get this appointment, neither of you would even suggest I skip it,” Emily said, rushing off to some celebrity dermatologist she’d been waiting nearly five months to see. “She’s harder to get an audience with than the Dalai Lama, and my forehead wrinkles are getting deeper by the second.”
    So once again Max and Andy went alone, and once again, two hours turned into five, until finally the maître d’ of the