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wanted　to　move　in　or　something。

Owen　pulled　back　the　chair　opposite　hers　and　gestured　for　her　to　sit　down。　？So；　should　we　get

started？？

Blair　was　grateful　for　his　relaxed　but　businesslike　manner。　She　sat　down　on　the　edge　of　the

cushioned　chair　and　crossed　her　legs　primly。　？Yes！？　She　beamed　at　him

enthusiastically。　？Whenever　you？re　ready。？

The　cocktail　waiter　appeared　to　offer　Owen　another　drink。　He　ordered　a　Maker？s　Mark　and

cocked　a　dark　eyebrow　at　Blair。　？Can　I　get　you　something　besides　a　Coke？　I　promise　I　won？t　tell

Yale　or　your　dad。？

Blair　scrunched　up　her　toes　inside　her　black　Ferragamos。　If　she　said　yes；　she？d　be　admitting　that

she　really　did　want　a　drink；　and　if　she　said　no；　she　might　seem　like　a　prude。　？I？ll　have　a　glass　of

chardonnay；？　she　told　him；　figuring　white　wine　was　the　safest；　most　ladylike　option。

？So。　Tell　me　why　Yale　should　admit　you；？　Owen　asked　after　he？d　ordered　the　wine。　He　leaned

across　the　table　and　lowered　his　voice。　？Are　you　really　as　bright　as　your　dad　claims？？

Blair　sat　up　even　straighter；　twirl