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That part was a flat-out lie, and Jocelyn knew it I saw Malcolm all the time, as much at work as outside the office She didn’t call ood friend

“Good for you, Holly,” she sainst it “I’m proud of you”

In truth I was proud ofa different bank of elevators and avoiding the exit near the parking garage Hell, it wasn’t like I had a car to park there anymore, anyway

A sadness crept over ht I really missed my little hatchback

“So what do you think about Sunday?” I asked “About Lincoln’s… invite?”

“Sure sounds like a date to rinned

“Really?”

My best friend in all of Manhattan swept a stray blonde lock over one ear “Tell ain how he asked you”

I relayed the story one more time The story about how Lincoln Wallace,client, had asked to meet up with me on Sunday

“Shopping and lunch?” Jocelyn repeated thoughtfully “Well has he ever asked you to lunch before?”

“He’s never even asked to go shopping before,” I said “Coestions He’s always just handedto me”

That part was true, and it was also what I loveda personal shopper was like getting paid to have fun You went shopping with sos you wouldn’t normally buy yourself

“How’d you ain, anyway?”

“I took the business over from a woman I worked with,” I said, “back when I first ca away and left me about a dozen clients Lincoln Wallace was the best of them”

“You mean he pays the best,” Jocelyn added shrewdly