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I launched into my normal spiel, finally feeling in my element as I described how I got to know a client by doing a deep dive on them. I also told him little things I already knew about the company. Little Easter eggs that let him know I was paying attention. I’ve done my research and I’ve done it well. Little things that outsiders don’t know about. Shouldn’t know about. That was my specialty, as was my discretion.

Harrison looked at me speculatively. “Huh.”

Faith squeezed my thigh again, remaining unusually quiet as I did my thing. The look on her face was one of wonder. I’d impressed her. She’d known much of what I shared, but not all of it.

We’d made one full revolution and eaten most of our meal by the time Harrison glanced at me with a small nod toward the short red bench against the outer edge of the cabin.

I followed his gaze and excused myself from the table. Harrison blotted his mouth with a napkin and then I did the same. The women were happy to let us leave so they could continue getting to know each other.

I crossed a leg at the knee as I settled onto the metal bench. “Sophie’s fantastic.”

“She is,” Harrison agreed. “And so is Faith. You’re a lucky man.”

I reached up and adjusted my tie. “I am.”

“When are you going to make an honest woman out of her?”

I coughed. “Excuse me?”

He pointed over to Faith who fortunately remained fully immersed in her conversation with Sophie. “When are you going to get down on one knee and propose?”

The smile that graced the man’s face when we were sitting with his wife had wiped away. He stared at me with an intensity that conveyed just how important it was for me to answer correctly.

I watched as Faith tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. I knew what she looked like when she put on her face, the placating one that I hate so much. It was nowhere to be found as she conversed with Sophie.

In just over a week this whole thing would come to an end. At least I assumed it would, with her upcoming gallery show and need to be back in the city.

The press had died down—there was always a new celebrity to track down and to publicly humiliate or uplift depending on how generous the public was feeling.

Basically, I had very little keeping her with me in the middle of nowhere.

Even if she proclaimed to love it, it wasn’t what she was used to. Faith deserved to be in the city she called home. Safe, and protected, but still home. Surrounded by lights, and people, and her family.

All this sat at the tip of my tongue.

But another glance at Harrison had me second guessing sharing this with him.

“Soon.”

Why the fuck did I just say that?

As soon as the words rolled off my tongue, I wanted to shove them back in my mouth.

It just so happened to be the same moment there was a lull in the conversation between the two women.

Faith raised a brow at me and shot me a look that said we would definitely be talking about this later.

THIRTY-SEVEN

FAITH

I wasn’t sure what the hell was going on between Harrison and Sebastian, but I would definitely be asking him about it the second we got out of this floating cabin.

Luckily, Sophie was a delight. I felt like we were already friends. Hell, I shared more with her in this hour we’d been together than I had with some of my supposed close friends.

"I want to go to fashion school. Do this thing properly," Sophie confided.

I leaned in. Instantly excited about this idea. "You have to do it. You already know so much from working in the industry, and this will give you other skills. Do you know how to sew?"

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