“It probably would, but then she’d also expect to have tea with the Queen sooner or later, so you see how that could backfire.”

At that moment, Blair’s phone chimes, and she says, “Speaking of the devil, it’s Richard.”

“He’s taking off?” I ask.

“No, says his flight is an hour late, and that he’s ordering a coffee from my former suitor.”

“What former suitor?”

“No idea,” she says, and types away into the phone. “Ah,” she yelps after a few seconds. “He’s talking about Mark.”

I’ve never heard of a Mark. “And who is this Mark guy?”

“A cute bartender who works at JFK.”

“Walker, you kept secrets,” I mock-complain. “Why does Richard think this guy was your suitor?”

“Remember when we went to California last summer?”

“To Christian Slade’s charity gala? Hell yeah. You flew off to meet the sexiest man alive and left me at home to take care of the furball.”

“Woof,” Chevron comments.

“You know Christian Slade?” Diego asks, visibly impressed. Guess that kind of fame is like the oasis mirage in the desert for him.

“My boyfriend does. They went to boarding school together back in England. Anyway, Richard and I weren’t together at the time,” she explains to Diego, “and I was so nervous about going on a trip with my boss—”

“Who she had a huge crush on,” I intervene.

“Who I had a huge crush on,” Blair confirms. “That I poured my heart out to this bartender guy, and we became sort of friends, and Richard—”

“Who was in denial about not having feelings for her back then,” I helpfully supply.

“—who was in denial about not having feelings for me back then, thought I was flirting with the guy. Should I tell him the whole discussion was about him?”

I say, “No,” just as Diego says, “Yes.”

“Explain yourselves, both of you,” Blair orders.

“Keep Richard on his toes,” I say. “Make him see how lucky he is you’re with him.”

“Diego?” Blair asks.

“You guys are in a serious relationship?”

“Yeah.”

“He loves you, and you love him?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“No need to play games, then. For a guy, what you say is what you mean. If you say you were flirting with this dude, Richard will believe you. He won’t think you were really obsessing over him the whole time, and only telling him it was a flirt to keep him on his toes…” Diego throws me an overcritical side stare. “He’s not going to realize how lucky he is to have you; he’ll just assume you weren’t that into him at the time of the trip. My suggestion is to tell the truth and give the guy’s ego a little boost. You’ll send him to London happy with a big, goofy smile on his face.”

I hear Blair tapping on the phone and narrow my eyes at her in the rearview mirror. “Are you taking his advice over mine?”

She shrugs. “He’s a guy.”

Her phone chimes back a second later.