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Cora: When it comes to men, I'd rather not. In fact, I prefer paints. Cleaning the Frolicking Moose at night, renting the loft outby day, and sinking into my oils and charcoal drawings are really all I wantout of life right now. Simplicity and space. Then Hawk walks in on a snowy night. And suddenly everything is different. Hawk: Being a Mercedy isn't a blessing. It's a bloody curse. To the tune of several billion dollars. Don't get me wrong—Ilove my job. Sometimes, though, it might be nice to do something . . .different. Enter Cora, for whom the word boring doesn't exist. Not only does she rock my world, but a disaster ofworld-wide proportions is about to as well. I'm not ready, and neither is mycompany, nor the world. When it comes right down to it, all that matters is Cora.
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