“Wow. You do pretty well for yourself,” she tells me. I slide my gaze to hers. “I manage.” “I can see why my sister likes living here. Damn. Is that a fireplace?” “Yes.” “Okay, my joke just got a hundred times better. Robbed by New York lowlights, only to be picked up another kind of robber. A New York billionaire.” She smiles. “That’s a joke, by the way. This is me testing the waters. To see if you’re okay with a bit of sarcasm?” I blink at her. “Yeah. That was a great joke.” “See, now I can’t tell if you’re serious or not.” “He’s serious,” Isabel says, coming up to her sister’s side. “I just
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