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    “Smart man.” She smiled like she meant it as she took a glass down from the shelf behind her. As she poured, she gave him a once-over. “Are you visiting, or have you just moved here?”
    “Do I look foreign?”
    “Yeah, but you sound more foreign than you look.” The corner of her mouth quirked as she slid the glass across the counter to him. “New York?”
    “Good call.” He raised the glass to toast her.
    “It wasn’t exactly difficult.” She winked at him and then went to take care of someone else at the end of the shop.
    He sipped the bubbles. Champagne wasn’t his drink, but it reminded him of his cousins and that made him happy.
    The door behind him burst open, letting in a stream of light. Before he could turn around a woman plopped herself on the stool next to him. She wore a grease-stained onesie that had the name George embroidered on it in red. Her red hair was in a ponytail topped by a baseball cap that couldn’t contain the curly wisps escaping the sides. She looked him up and down with a glare. “You’re Sebastian,” she said, her tone all accusation.
    He grinned—he couldn’t help it. George was a girl. “If I try to shake your hand, will you bite me?”
    “Maybe.” But the corner of her lips twitched as she held out her hand. “George Connolly.”
    “You’re less hairy than the last George I met,” he said as he shook her hand.
    “Don’t bother. I’ve heard it all.” She poked a finger in his chest. “And if you call me Georgina, I’ll kick you in the balls.”
    “Duly noted,” he said, more amused than he had been in a long time. Maybe he’d have some fun with this after all. “So you’re looking to increase your business?”
    She nodded at the woman who ran the shop. “Bronwyn, can I have a glass of red? Something full-bodied?”
    “I’ve got the perfect thing,” the woman said. She took a glass down, poured some champagne, and set it in front of them.
    “Just what I wanted.” George rolled her eyes. Then she faced him. “You and I both know that’s bullshit, so why don’t we just call this what it is.”
    “What is it?”
    “Keeping your enemies close.” Grinning evilly, she held up her bubbles.
    “I like you, George.” He clinked his glass to hers. “So tell me about Ariana.”
    Her eyes narrowed the way he imagined a mama bear would on a stranger approaching her cub. “Why?”
    Because he liked her. Because she intrigued him. Because she smelled like holidays and presents. Because she turned him on. “Because I’m supposed to help her increase her business.”
    “Pfft.” George waved her hand. “Not gonna happen. That’s the last thing she wants.”
    “What’s the first thing?”
    George made a face. “Actually, I don’t know. She’s always so zen and shit. She likes making people feel good.”
    “Letting me help her would make her dad feel good.”
    “Yeah, but it’s not how she wants to live.”
    “Have you ever used her products?”
    “Hell yeah. They’re awesome.” She held her hands out. “Look at my cuticles. They’re healthy because of Ariana.”
    He dutifully inspected her hands, not knowing the difference between a healthy cuticle and one that wasn’t. “What I don’t get is why she wouldn’t want to help more people with their cuticles.”
    George frowned. “You should talk to her about it.”
    He planned on it. He lifted his wine, looking at her over the rim. “Then let’s talk about you.”
    “You aren’t getting into my pants,” she said just as casually, sipping her drink.
    “Your pants aren’t the ones I want to get into,” he said honestly.
    To his surprise, a wide grin spread across her face, taking her from interesting-looking to beautiful in two seconds flat. “Tell me more,” she said, leaning her chin into her hand.
    He shook his head. “No way. I know where your loyalties lie. I don’t want you tipping my hand before I’m ready, and I’ve already said too much.”
    “Your secret’s