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By ten the next morning, apparently I was sleeping with both Belcourt brothers. Not simultaneously. The press had standards. Barely. I sat behind my desk reading the latest headline while Marcus stood across from me eating a blueberry muffin. BROTHERLY RIVALRY? AUGUST BELCOURT STEPS BETWEEN PAUL AND MELODY BROOKS. Another publication had gone with FROM EX-FIANCÉE TO OLDER BROTHER?"I like that one," Marcus said.I looked up. "Why?""Efficient. Tells the whole story in six words.""There is no story.""There is definitely a story.""There is no romance." He took another bite. "I didn't say romance."My phone rang. August. Marcus looked at the screen. "Speaking of no romance." I answered. "Good morning.""My office. Eleven."I checked the time. "Are you summoning me?""Yes.""At least you're honest.""Eleven, Melody." He hung up. I stared at my phone. Marcus grinned. "Very romantic.""Shut up."August's assistant showed me into his office at exactly eleven. He was alone. That surprised m

My first date with August Belcourt began with three photographers pretending not to watch the restaurant entrance. Subtle. I stepped out of the car and smoothed my dress, midnight blue, fitted through the waist and hips, with a plunging neckline. One of the photographers lifted his camera. Showtime.August was waiting inside. He stood when he saw me, and for half a second, he simply looked."You look beautiful."There was no hesitation. No joke. No qualifier. Annoyingly, that caught me more off guard than it should have."Thank you."He pulled out my chair. I sat."You're very good at this.""At pulling out chairs?""At pretending to be a boyfriend.""We've been together less than twenty-four hours. Give me time to disappoint you."I smiled. "There he is."The restaurant was exactly the kind of place I'd expected August to choose. Low lighting, white tablecloths, enormous floral arrangements, and menus without dollar signs. A waiter appeared almost immediately. August ordered scotch.

By nine the next morning, the internet had apparently decided I was sleeping with the correct Belcourt brother. That seemed like progress.I stood in the lobby of the Ainsley with coffee in one hand and my phone in the other while Marcus leaned over my shoulder. There were photographs from dinner everywhere: August helping me out of the car, his hand at my back, our fingers threaded together outside the restaurant. And one particularly unfortunate shot in which he was looking at me instead of the cameras. Marcus enlarged it."That one is convincing.""They're all supposed to be convincing.""No. That one looks like he wants to eat you.""Marcus!"He made a noise. I ignored him and kept scrolling.The headlines had changed overnight. No more speculation about Paul and me secretly reconciling. No more anonymous sources claiming I'd spent the night at the Belcourt estate. Now it was:MELODY BROOKS AND AUGUST BELCOURT CONFIRM ROMANCEWRONG BROTHER, RIGHT BELCOURT?MELODY BROOKS MOVES ON W

I went to sleep somewhere over the Atlantic and woke up in France. It felt like cheating. I emerged from the bedroom to find August already dressed, shaved, and sitting at the table with coffee and his laptop, and I stopped in the doorway, looking toward the window. Daylight. Right. Time zones.I dropped into the seat across from him. "How long have you been awake?""A while.""That sounds intentionally vague."A cup of coffee appeared in front of me. I looked at it, then at August. "Is this for me?""Yes."I took a sip. It was exactly how I drank it. I paused, but August just kept typing, like it was nothing.Two hours later, I stood in the lobby of the Varenne Paris trying not to stare at the ceiling. The hotel occupied an enormous historic building that looked like it had been designed specifically to make rich people feel insufficiently rich — marble floors, gilded details, fresh flowers everywhere, and not a single visible price. August barely looked around. Of course he didn't.

I woke up alone in an enormous bed. For approximately three seconds, I forgot where I was. Then I saw Paris through the windows. Right. Fake boyfriend. Hotel acquisition. No sex. Tiny sofa. I smiled.The sitting room was quiet when I walked out. August was already showered, dressed, and sitting at the table with his laptop open and a cup of coffee beside him. The pillow and blanket were still on the sofa. I looked at them, then at August."Don't.""I didn't say anything.""You were going to.""I was going to ask how you slept.""No, you weren't.""You're right."I walked toward the coffee. August rolled one shoulder. I noticed. He noticed me noticing."Not a word."I poured myself a cup. "Your body is thirty-eight, August. You need to treat it with respect.""My body is fine.""Your body is filing complaints with management."He returned his attention to his laptop."What are you doing today?"I sat across from him."I have work.""No."He looked up. "No?""We're in Paris.""I'm aware