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functions. So I called them and asked if we could stop by for a tour.” She’d spent an hour or two brainstorming and researching fresh new rehearsal dinner ideas before deciding on her top choices. No one wanted to eat at the country club for the thousandth time.
    â€œWould I need to rent tables and chairs and have the food catered if I hold it there?”
    â€œYes. Approximately how many guests are we talking about for the rehearsal dinner?”
    He glanced across his shoulder at her. “Seventy.”
    â€œI suppose that’s about right, considering the ten bridesmaids, ten groomsmen, the house party, the ring bearer, and seven flower girls.”
    â€œPlus out-of-town family. Do you think this barn of yours will be big enough?”
    â€œThis barn of mine, I do believe, will be big enough.”
    He rolled down his window and rested a bent arm on the door. Sunlight shimmered against his TAG Heuer watch and made clear the details of his beautifully masculine forearm, wrist, hand. His firm, aristocratic profile could have belonged to an Italian prince.
    Try to think of him in a kindly fashion, Holly. Not so much prince-like as pleasant-old-friend-like. “So, you live in Paris now.”
    â€œI do.”
    â€œWhat brought you to Paris?”
    â€œI lived in New York after college, when my company was a start-up. But I knew I didn’t want to live there long term. I can headquarter just about anywhere.”
    â€œYour company specializes in apps for smartphones and tablets?”
    â€œYou know about my company?”
    â€œYou knew about my books.”
    â€œTrue.”
    Holly’s knowledge about Josh’s company derived from two sources: Ben and her own thorough study. Over the years, she’d read every article on Josh and his business—both in print and online—that she could get her hands on. He’d been on the cover of Forbes once. Numerous times, he’d been given awards or asked to deliver speeches.
    Josh’s mind had always fascinated her. Most of the kids in high school had been far more impressed by athletes who’d excelled at football or basketball. They’d viewed Josh—their very own version of Matt Damon’s character in Good Will Hunting —as somewhat of a mystery. Josh had been so off-the-charts brilliant that even his AP math teachers hadn’t been able to teach him anything he didn’t know. He’d crushed the SAT and ACT, and his GPA had been far enough above a 4.0 that no one, not even very-brainy Jim Wong, had come close to challenging Josh’s status as valedictorian.
    Holly had been a relatively smart high school girl in her own right, just open-minded and quirky and mature enough to appreciate intelligence over how a guy’s bottom looked in football pants. Her strengths, however, had centered around subjects like English and history. Like most writers, she was anti-math. Nor was she terribly technological. She couldn’t comprehend the things that went on in Josh’s brain and yet his brain awed her just the same. “Since you can headquarter anywhere, why did you pick Paris?”
    He scratched the side of his upper lip with his thumb.
    â€œBecause of the crepes?” she asked.
    His dark gaze flicked to hers, glinting with humor. “The crepes aren’t bad.”
    â€œNo. I imagine the croissants and soufflés and macaroons aren’t terrible either.”
    â€œHave you been to Paris?”
    â€œNever. But I might have to go one day. For the crepes.”
    He drove quietly.
    â€œYou decided to live in Paris because?” she prompted. He still hadn’t explained why he’d chosen it.
    â€œIt interests me. It’s historic and busy and full of art and beauty.”
    â€œYou love it there.”
    â€œI like it there but I’m not tied to it. I may move somewhere else in a year or two. Berlin or London or Zurich.”
    â€œBut not back to the United