Ivy blinked. "You actually follow business gossip?"
"How else do I know the millionaires in the city if I am hoping to snag one."
"Right," Ivy said, trying not to laugh.
Trish twirled a curl of her hair around her finger. "That woman—his ex—she's a total witch. Left him for Evans Everest. Like, Everest Everest. Can you imagine? Ten years together, and she just up and marries his rival."
Ivy's brow furrowed slightly. Ah… so that was the missing piece. It explained the cold tension she'd felt between Winn and Evans.
She didn't comment, though. She didn't want to fan the flames of Trish's obsession.
"Can you get me a shot of him shirtless," Trish said dreamily.
"Okay, stop. I'm trying to undress here." Ivy tossed her friend a pillow as she walked toward the vanity, fingers working on her robe. Jasper gave a lazy yawn and flopped onto his back near her feet.
"See, Jasper gets it," Ivy murmured, bending to rub his belly again. "He's not thirsty like you."
