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Ava sits down and tells us about the offer to work in the New York office, that Harper loved Ava, and had such a great vibe from her and thought she would be a great fit in New York, especially after Ava indicated that she would love to join them in the office.

“I would be starting in two weeks.”

“What?” I gasp.

“No,” Georgia groans.

“I know. It’s fast. I have so much to do,” Ava states and I can see her mind calculating everything.

“I’m going to be left alone in London,” Georgia pouts.

“Um, I’m still there,” I tell her.

“Temporarily.”

“Emily is moving back to London with Louis,” Ava adds.

Georgia nods. “This is true, but she’s going to be loved up and ew.”

She’s not wrong, they are nauseatingly in love and in their little bubble.

“I’m just going to miss you.”

“Then you need to come visit me here.” Ava grins.

“True, girls’ trip to New York.” I nod in agreement.

“You’re right. I’m sorry, I don’t mean rain on everyone’s parade. Me being here and away from work has been great, the thought of leaving New York and heading back to London to go back to work for an idiot is not appealing.” Georgia moans.

“Hey, I’m sure we can find you a new job,” I reassure her.

“Yeah, ask Daniel if he knows anyone,” Ava says not knowing what happened between us.

“Sure.” I nod.

23

DANIEL

“What do you think it means if a girl freaks out over you being rich?” I ask Matthieu as we fly back from New York.

“What, that she’s happy that you are? That’s a gold-digger,” he teases.

“No, I mean that she doesn’t like that you're rich.”

Matthieu stares at me as if I’ve grown a second head. “Never met a woman who doesn’t appreciate the finer things in life. What’s going on?”

“I showed Rosie my apartment here after we’d spent a fantastic morning interiors shopping for my cottage. I know how much she loves design and real estate, and I was eager to show her that apartment as it’s so beautiful. She loved it and then bolted telling me that we are from two different worlds, and it was all too much for her,” I explain.

“She seriously bolted?” I nod. “Wow. That’s strange. You sure you didn’t do anything else?” I shake my head. “Least you know she’s not hooking up with you for your money.” He chuckles. I glare at him. “Right, you're serious. Maybe because we’ve grown up with money, all our friends have money, our bubble is acertain affluence that we might not realize how intimidating it might be.”

“Rosie’s decorated plenty of billionaire’s homes before.”

“But she’s not sleeping with them.”

Oh.

“You think because of our relationship, my world is too much for her.”

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