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“So it’s true.” Nigel looked triumphant. “You two are dating?”

“Your photographer caught us coming out of our hotel. I told him what I’ll tell you now. Bury the photos.”

Nigel smirked. “Or you’ll bury us?”

“I’m not morally bankrupt, Nigel, but thank you for the vote of confidence.” Tobias smiled as he took my coat from the coat checker. “Do you like being senior editor?”

Nigel turned to me. “Love to know where thatSt. Joanwent. Any ideas?”

My gut wrenched and I turned to shrug into my coat that Tobias was holding for me.

“We were discussing your intrusion into our privacy,” said Tobias. “I’m having lunch with your boss tomorrow. We’ll discuss it then.”

“With Bert Sanders?” Nigel smirked. “You’ll be hard pushed to shut this down.”

Tobias reached out and pulled me into a hug. “Actually, it’s with Rufus.”

Nigel paled and worked hard at swallowing a lump in this throat.

“Destroy the photos,” said Tobias, and he led me away.

We headed out and down the steps.

Tobias gave me a sideways glance. “That’s why you were hiding?”

I gave a nod. “Looks like you rattled him. Who are you meeting with?”

“Rufus Edwin Marshal.” He waved his hand toward the Bentley.

I snapped my head to look at him. “Isn’t he that mogul who owns theTimes?”

“Let’s take you home.” Tobias gave Cooper a wave.

“So that’s what you meant by ‘usual protocol’?”

“We’ve had more than enough fun for one night. And byweI mean you.”

“You missed it, then?”

Tobias stood up straight and turned to face me, his eyes inquisitive.

“In Violet’s safe?” My elbow struck his ribs. “You were so busy ogling our tryst you missed the bowl.”

“What bowl?”

“Exactly.”

He opened the back door and ushered me in and I snuggled in the corner as a thrill of excitement curled up my spine. We were alone at last.Kind of.

“Coops,” he called out. “Privacy, please.”

“Of course, sir.”

The Bentley pulled out of the driveway and the sleek black glass divider slid up and cordoned us off from our chauffeur.

“Violet told me the singing bowl is thousands of years old.”

Tobias rolled his eyes.