“So … remember that silly … magazine list I made back when we were together?”
She frowned. “Up-and-Coming Young Businessmen of Manhattan?”
“No, the bachelor list.”
“The Single Woman’s Guide to Bachelor Hunting in New York?” He’d been outraged by the whole thing, and soon she’d hated it, too. All those women, so pretty, so polished, with money and breeding, seemingly so much more suited to a romance with him than she ever would be.
“Yeah. That.” He looked like it truly pained him. “It’s coming out again any day now, and … I’m afraid I’m going to be on it again.”
“Oh.” Of course he was. He was likely even more successful now than he had been before and still single, as far as she knew.
“So I’m probably going to have some photographers hounding me for a few weeks, like they did the last time.”
