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the saucer with a distinct clank. "What is that supposed to mean?"
    Fabrizio looked puzzled. "Just that he's dedicated to Kirsten and the baby. He's not going to throw that away for"
    "So I'm not worth leaving a marriage for?" Kiki cut in hotly. "Is that what you're trying to say?"
    "I thought nothing happened between you and Tom."
    "Nothing did!"
    "Then what's the point?
    "The point is that Tom Brock or any other married man with children for that matter, should consider himself damn lucky to leave his family for me."
    Fabrizio laughed as he spoke. "You're absolutely right."
    Kiki rose from the chair. "Don't patronize me!"
    Fabrizio laughed harder now. "Will you please tell me what this argument is about ?"
    "You insinuated that I was cheap," Kiki said flatly.
    His smile wasn't mocking. It was amused. Clearly, he liked her. "Maybe you should write for the tabloids. You misread situations, too. All I said was that Tom Brock wouldn't cheat."
    "But the implication was that"
    " Nothing was implied," Fabrizio insisted gently. "But if you need the ego boost, I'll say it." He cleared his throat. "You, lady, are one hot number, and a smart man would ditch his wife and kid to start a new life with you."
    This infuriated Kiki. "So you actually think that I'm some kind of home wrecker?"
    Fabrizio buried his face in his hands. "I think my only way out of this is by helicopter." He resurfaced with a lazy smile. "You know, if I make a run for the roof, you'll never catch me in those heels."
    Kiki gave him a diffident sniff. "Who says I'd bother to give chase?"
    Now it was Fabrizio's turn to be offended. But he did so in the style of a great pretender. "What? I'm not good enough to go after?"
    This pushed a reluctant smile past her lips. It took a nanosecond to realize how frustrating she must be to him. "You probably think I'm insane."
    "I refuse to answer on the grounds that it may incriminate me."
    Kiki tilted her head to one side. "Fair enough."
    "Truce?"
    "Truce." It was over. Their first fight. Now Kiki was back in the real world of wondering if he would ask for her phone number. "I need a place to hide out for a few days," she announced casually. "So I guess the question is this: Can I stay at Affair if I'm not actually having one?"
    A faint smile played around Fabrizio's lips as he consulted the sleek iMac sitting atop his desk. "Normally, we have strict rules about such things." He winked at her. "But I'll make a special exception in this case."
    "How accommodating. I appreciate the five-star service, Fabrizio."
    "Call me Fab," he said, clicking the mouse like mad.
    Fab . Taken at face value, the name fit. Perfectly.
    Suddenly, worry lines creased his forehead as he stared at the screen. "I might have some bad news.
    Looks like the hotel is booked solid." Obviously not one to give up easily, his search continued.
    Kiki felt the disappointment in the pit of her stomach.
    "Wait. Disregard that," Fab said, decidedly more upbeat now. "We have one room available." He started to laugh. "Pretty ironic, though."
    "Why's that?"
    "It's called the Mistress Hideaway."
    Kiki gave him a little snarl. "Hilarious." One beat. "How much? The Post was right about one thing I'm out of work, and as much as I loathe to admit it, I'm a girl who needs to be budget conscious."
    "The rate's five hundred."
    " A night ?" She could see the bottom of the Gucci boot box already. Why couldn't Fab operate a Marv's Motor Inn like her future sister-in-law?
    He looked up, still amused by her. "Tell you what. I'll cut the rate to two fifty. Even though you've already cost me a comped room and a bottle of Cris-tal." He started to type. "You should check in under an alias. The tabloids probably have flacks working the phones to check every hotel in the city for a Kiki Douglas. Any ideas?"
    "Jennifer Aniston."
    Fab did a double take.
    "I've always wanted to be her," Kiki explained. "Love the hair."
    His fingers danced over the keyboard. "Okay. Jennifer Aniston it is.