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fell from the handle.
    â€œDo you resent my being hired?”
    He was blunt. “No. Why should I?”
    â€œWant to hear all the rumors?” he queried.
    She shook her head. “No. Do you want to hear the truth?”
    â€œSure.”
    â€œI like design. I enjoy what I do. I especially like jewelry, but make occasional forays into fashion, as well. I don’t want my grandfather’s kingdom. I don’t even think my grandfather wants all his kingdom anymore. So why should I resent you being hired?”
    He smiled, looking not at her, but straight ahead at the road, at the night. “Because in a kingdom, you always have to have a king. Or a queen.”
    â€œWell, if we have a king, it’s Daniel. Are you planning to push him from the throne?”
    â€œI’ve been given shares in the company and a very satisfactory title. Part of the package when I came over. Daniel has his own role.”
    â€œThen, we all ought to be just peachy-keen,” she murmured. She looked at him. “Thanks for the ride. I’m sorry to have troubled you.” She fumbled with the door. He reached over her and opened the door easily.
    â€œThanks,” she muttered.
    â€œI would feel better if I walked you in.”
    â€œI wouldn’t.”
    â€œBut you don’t resent me?” he queried lightly. He stepped out of the car as she did.
    â€œOkay, walk me in.”
    â€œYou did have quite a reaction to seeing me walk through the door tonight.”
    â€œI wasn’t reacting to you,” she said, her heart pounding. What had she reacted to?
    The pain. The pain had been unbearable, and the world had gone black.
    â€œThen?” he pressed.
    â€œThe tarot card reader,” she said.
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œThere was a woman reading tarot cards. She started screaming, rolling her eyes—and calling me a witch. She wouldn’t stop. She was pretending to be in a trance or something, and we decided to get out. I just needed air,” she said, finishing rather lamely.
    â€œI had nothing to do with it?”
    She met his gaze again, black in the shadows. She still felt…wary of him. But curiously drawn, as well. She had to admit he was being polite, and he seemed to have a sense of humor.
    She shook her head. “No,” she lied, then smiled. “Honestly, I don’t resent you. I think you’ve got great credentials, and I really don’t want to run the company.”
    â€œIf that’s a welcome, thanks, I’ll take it.”
    â€œSure. It’s a welcome. In fact, please come in, if you’d like. Have a drink here, since you never got your chance at Hennessey’s.”
    â€œDespite the much-appreciated-but-debatable sincerity of that offer, I’m afraid I have to refuse.”
    â€œAh, a date,” she murmured, lashes flicking downward. She was definitely losing her mind. She hadn’t wanted him to take her home, and had tried very hard to shake him. And now…
    She was disappointed. And curious.
    Jealous? She wondered who he was meeting.
    â€œAn appointment,” he said lightly. “You’re sure you’re all right?”
    â€œI’ve never felt better. Honestly.”
    â€œAll right, then.”
    But he stood there, watching her.
    â€œWell?”
    â€œI need to see you in.”
    â€œOh.” She slid her computer key into the lock. The gate swung open; she stepped through, closing it behind her.
    He nodded, then turned away, starting back toward his car.
    â€œMars—uh, Mr. Marston?”
    He turned back.
    â€œIt was nice to meet you. And thanks for your concern.”
    â€œOf course.”
    He walked to his car, and she watched him drive away. Though it was cold, the bars of the gate suddenly seemed to burn against her hands.
    She released them quickly.
    Strange, strange night.
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    Robert returned to Hennessey’s.
    Parking the car in the street—easy enough, with most of