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Her eyes narrowed back on the tie, then to the screen. “Are you wearing his tie?”

I chuckled because of course she would notice a detail like that. She always did.

“I couldn’t find my tie this morning.”

“Laundry day?”

“Yes.” I laughed because that was exactly what he had guessed, too. “Bentley, well, he put this on me as we were saying goodbye.” I looked down, stroking the silk. “It was the sweetest thing ever.”

“Do you have any idea how much a tie like that costs?”

I shook my head. “No.”

“More than your rent.”

“Shit,” I swore under my breath. “I need to give it back.”

“I don’t think he cares if he gave it to you. You might insult him.”

“I can’t keep something so expensive!”

“If he gave it to you, yes you can.”

I mulled over her words. She was probably right, but I was still giving back the tie.

“He has a bodyguard.”

“Really? How exciting!”

“He’s massive. His arms are like tree trunks.”

“Is he coming with you on Friday?”

“Probably. Bentley showed up this morning without him, and he ar