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“Did I?”
She raised both eyebrows and gave him a very prim look. “You know you did.”
He winked at her. “Can’t help myself around you.”
She sighed and then moved away. “Thanks for coming to the rescue, but I need to get back to work.”
“You’re welcome. What were you doing out here?”
“Checking out the store from the outside.”
“You’ve checked it out before,” he said.
She walked toward her lingerie store and stood out of the foot traffic, watching the action inside. “Sometimes it’s hard to believe it’s really mine. That this is my life.”
“You’ve worked hard for your success. You deserve it.”
“I don’t know about deserving all this.”
She gestured to her clothing and the shop and him. “I mean, I’m wearing a pair of shoes that cost three hundred dollars. When I was in Vegas before, I bought my shoes from the final-markdown rack.”
“I never knew that,” he said.
“I would have died if you had. I tried very hard to hide that part of my life from you. The house you picked me up at wasn’t really mine—it was the Jenkinses’. I worked there as an after-school maid. Their daughter was two years older than me and Mrs. Jenkins used to give me her old clothes.”
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