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“What’s bothering you, Liz?” she asks, her gaze pinned on something below the camera.

“I have a question for you,” I say, studying her face.

“I’m listening,” she murmurs, still not looking at me.

I wait before I speak.

“What do you know about David Moore?”

Her eyes move up quickly and promptly meet mine.

“David Moore, the billionaire?”

I nod.

“The sex god no one can hook up with?”

“Where did you get that from?”

A smile creases her lips.

“You are so busted, girlie.”

I laugh.

“It’s not about that.”

“Why would you ask me, then?”

“I was just, um, wondering…?”

“What has prompted your sudden interest in him?”

I flick my hands up.

“Okay. All right…”

I ponder.

“I saw the man,” I say.

“Where?”

“At the coffee shop. I was working.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Writing on my laptop.”

“Your story is a page–turner, and I’m on the edge of my seat, but can you please get to it?”

“He walked in while I was there. That’s it.”

“How did you know it was him?”

“Uh…”

“Elizabeth?”

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