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Another thought abruptly occurred to her. “You promised me some ex-girlfriends at the Everglades Club, and Patty showed up. So how many of those actresses and models you’ve left strewn in your wake will be around?”
His jaw twitched. “Some, probably. They can’t resist seeing me in my polo uniform. But how many former girlfriends must one have before they can said to be strewn?”
“The exact number that you have,” she retorted. She’d seen photos of him with them, on the Internet, in every national rag, and even the more reputable magazines. And she knew there’d only been maybe half a dozen of them, though with the intensive coverage, the numbers seemed much higher than that.
“Don’t worry, love. I won’t be paying attention to anyone but you, busily trapping thieves and killers and strewing them in your wake.”
“Yeah, and don’t you forget that.
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