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James could not believe how stupid he has been. How utterly idiotic, completely ridiculously wrong he’d been. Never before had he been so humiliated (except perhaps the time when he had misspelled Ypres in a geography bee, nevermind that he had been in primary school at the time).
He’d gotten the date of the rollout of the Boeing 747 wrong. Not just by a year or two, but nearly an entire decade, and he’d said it aloud, to that charmingly handsome man, so handsome that James had forgotten the man’s name, and then his own, and then the year. In all his time as exhibit designer (paid) and docent (unpaid), he had never forgotten a single fact about the Queen of the Skies.
Until that man walked in.
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James is happy planning museum exhibits, managing his graduate assistant Kitty, and wrangling horrid Julian. Perfectly happy, of course, until a tall dark-haired man keeps coming to the museum, asking him about planes. That’s the only reason he’s still showing up, right?
Right?