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he’s your age, dear.” My mother must not have heard a thing because she continued on with her description of Adam Kingsley.
    “So I take it he’s single, then?” Observing the alarmed woman in front of me, I notice her eyes have widened further, possibly thinking I’m interested in the man. One thing’s for sure, I’m as curious as hell to meet him now... I think.
    “Yes, he’s very single and dates aimlessly, I believe. He’s one of those men who needs the right woman to cross his path—very much the bad boy needing to be tamed. Much like your Jean-Paul.” My mother adds the last comment with a wink. I’m not sure whether to be appalled or ask her more questions, but I do want to know more.
    Before I can think of another question, my mother continues. “Trust me on this one, Kathryn.”
    I nod, not wanting to argue this point with her any longer. I’ll meet this man if it’s meant to be, but I have a feeling she’ll make it happen one way or another.
    “Mrs. Swanson, what do you think?” My mother’s makeup artist pulls away and directs our attention to the mirror. There’s no denying my mother looks every bit as lovely as she did twenty years ago.
    “Wonderful job, Francis,” Mother says, beaming while Francis smiles, satisfied with the result of her handiwork. It doesn’t hurt that her canvas was beautiful from the start. “You have a magical way of making the years disappear. Thank you.”
    “Mother, you look great.”
    She scoots off her chair and straightens her casual black dress.
    “Thanks, dear. I need to get moving, so I’m going to get my nails done now. I’ll meet you back in the Relaxation Room.” She kisses my cheek as I did hers when I left her alone with Marcus.
    As soon as she disappears behind the frosted glass doors, my makeup artist spins around and faces me. I didn’t miss the scowl that spread across her face at the mention of Adam Kingsley, and I’m rather certain she has more on her mind than the shade of my lipstick as she stands in front of me with her hands on her hips.
    “It’s none of my business, really. I do love your mother. She’s probably the spa’s favorite client, but this Adam Kingsley...” She begins to tsk-tsk me with her pointed index finger while shaking her head back and forth. It’s easy to see’s he’s definitely not a favorite of hers.
    “So you know him?” I give her an opportunity to spill what’s on the tip of her tongue. I raise my brows to encourage her, hoping the floodgates will open up.
    “I’ve never met him personally. I steer clear of men like him. He’s a player of the worst kind.” She bends toward me as I sit in my chair, and her voice becomes softer.
    “I have this friend,” she says out of the corner of her mouth as if she’s giving me some super inside information. “She’s a pretty well-known model in town. Gorgeous. Legs to die for. She had a little romp with this Kingsley guy. They met at some charity thing. She left with him, thinking they were bound for his apartment or a hotel room.”
    “Really?” I’m surprised this woman is ratting out her friend’s secrets to me. I’ve always hated torrid gossip, but for some reason I’m thankful she’s decided to share this with me. I feel as if she’s trying to warn me after my mother’s enthusiastic endorsement of him.
    “Yes, but they didn’t even make it to a hotel room. His driver drove the streets around her apartment for an hour while they had sex.” She draws even closer to my ear. “That’s not all. He dumped her right out in front of her apartment building—without even an awkward handshake good-bye.”
    “Wow. How did your friend take that?” This man sounds like a complete piece of work.
    “She tried to brush it off as a lesson learned, but I think this man is very charismatic, and uses it to keep his dick happy.” She shakes her head in disgust. “Good news, though...my friend’s engaged now. To a nice, respectable man, too. For what