Hugo was considering cancelling his dinner date. He knew he could blame it on the weather and the woman would eagerly accept that excuse and not blame the cancellation on disinterest. Most women Hugo dated tended to overlook his character flaws for a long time before they finally got the message or got fed up.

There were always other women. Few of them held his interest for long.

“Why don’t you just dial up an escort and not even pretend?” Bailey had asked him once.

“What and admit I don’t believe in true love?” he’d countered. He was only half kidding. His father was a romantic, always falling in and out of love, and his penchant for indulging his fancies had cost him his marriage. Hugo wasn’t interested in derailing his life in exchange for companion...

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