Privileged (31 page)
I was bewildered. “But . . . why?”
“Apparently, she thought you’d make a great tutor for the fabulous Baker twins of Palm Beach . . . and she wanted to give fate a little nudge. Basically, she thinks you’re perfect for me.”
“Parents are always wrong about that kind of thing,” I pointed out.
“Maybe we’d better change that to ‘usually wrong.’”
He stood up and walked over to a small makeshift bar near the edge of the roof. He pushed the button on a CD player. Bob Marley’s “One Love” filled the night air. I laughed as Will helped me to my feet.
And then, in the middle of the East Village on a chilly New York winter night, on a white sand beach that was formerly the roof of my apartment building, we danced.
Thanks to Sara Shandler, Josh Bank, and their team; to Amy Einhorn, Emily Griffin, Frances Jalet-Miller, and
their
team; and especially to super-special-agent-in-charge Lydia dah-link Wills. Thanks also to my many friends in Palm Beach, and especially to my favorite mixologist, Pablo. Without Pablo, life itself would be impossible.
