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was happening below.
    ‘It’s as if you’ve never seen the city from this height,’ he speculated, hoping to engage her in conversation.
    ‘Even if you looked at this city from the same point at the same time every day you’d never actually see it identically. It’s nature providing the light. Our body movements, however subtle or inconsequential, will shift the frame through which we view things.’
    ‘This coming from the girl who claimed to be a heathen. A journalist, or a writer I wonder.’
    He’d caught her attention. The billionaire had actually listened to what she’d said last night. Remembered it, paid attention to her. It wasn’t what Katy expected.
    ‘Sometimes I talk nice cause I learned to write real good at school,’ she said adopting the voice of a stereotypical, uneducated person commonly referred to as ‘trailer trash’.
    Oscar laughed. Her self-deprecating humor resonated with him. Unwilling to openly acknowledge what he strongly suspected to be the soul of a poet, she wasn’t fishing for compliments. Her self-mockery acknowledged her talents with the English language.
    ‘I’m glad you stayed for breakfast,’ the warm beams of sun hindered Oscar directly catching Katy’s eyes. ‘I thought you may have tried to depart unnoticed.’
    ‘Any chance I had of achieving that was stolen when I lost my balance trying to dive from the end of the bed to burrow under the covers to hide from the troupe you were marching in.’
    ‘It wasn’t merely your balance you lost. Sadly your dignity disappeared as well,’ updated Oscar. ‘I was glad to see the red French knickers matched the bra.’
    ‘I was sure I read somewhere the English gentry seek to behave properly. A lady’s reputation the forefront of their actions.’
    ‘Goodness gracious me. What antiquated book did you dig that out from?’
    ‘You represent a new breed of English gent then?’
    ‘Not at all. Put me in the company of a lady and I’ll show you the exact type of cardboard, bland, British millionaire you’re online to find.’
    ‘I don’t like the implication I’m not a lady,’ snarled Katy, tearing a hole in her toast as she vented her anger buttering it with a knife.
    ‘And I don’t like being pigeon-holed,’ retorted Oscar humorously.
    ‘You’re very annoying.’
    ‘You’re very outspoken.’
    Sulking, Katy waited for him to beg her pardon. Subdued, he ate his sausages and bacon, occasionally dipping his fried bread in the egg yolk.
    ‘I thought you said you were glad I stayed for breakfast?’
    ‘I am,’ he said placidly.
    ‘Even though I’m outspoken?’
    ‘I like outspoken.’
    ‘I’d rather be outspoken than annoying,’ she said huffily.
    Trying to goad him, Katy hoped to find a space in their conversation to get a step up on him.
    ‘There are those, not including myself, that find outspoken people annoying,’ he notified her.
          He had her beat. She hated it. She respected it. She loved it. It was schoolyard behavior—a boy pulling a girl’s pigtails to make her cry if he fancied her. Was Oscar essentially a child trapped in a man’s body?
    ‘Are you going to enlighten me as to how I ended up in your t-shirt?’
    ‘You can’t piece together what may have happened?’ queried Oscar vaguely.
    ‘I can guess.’
    ‘You’re no Nancy Drew, are you? I’m certain you’re on TV now. Investigative journalism clearly isn’t your field.’
    If only he knew, thought Katy. Investigative journalism was her specialty, but right now she wanted the answers to come easily. She cleared her throat.
    ‘Don’t make me work for it. I had a long night and I’m not feeling brilliant.’
          Oscar’s entire body language transformed.
    ‘Is there anything I can get you? Are you still unwell?’
    ‘No the medication worked fine. To be honest, I feel embarrassed about last night. I’ve hardly recovered any ground with this morning’s antics.’
    Her smile was pitiful, as if his opinion of