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Davenport. And perhaps that supercilious, I’m-better-than-you attitude was the reason.
    Well that was okay with Liam. He was perfectly content to maintain his business and style of living at a level he could live with. Being an ego-inflated know-it-all wasn’t for him.
    â€œAll I said was, if you make something a big deal, so will other people. Let it go.”
    â€œLet it go? Do you know what this says?” She rattled the paper at him, the skin above the neckline of that top turning a nice shade of pink in anger.
    It was a good look on her. Her green eyes were flashing like gemstones, and her breathing quickened enough so that those gorgeous breasts shifted beneath the clingy fabric in a way only a dead man wouldn’t notice. And even that was questionable.
    God, it was only 8:16 in the morning and already he was lusting after the client.
    â€œI hear you, but this is slander. Libel. One of the two.” She raked her hair back off her forehead and that perfectly coiffed
do
she’d had yesterday had become a jumble of untamed waves that bounced over her shoulders in a way designed to make a man want to run his fingers through them. Tug on them. Hold them tight as he drove into her—
    Shit. 8:17 and he was sweating again.
    â€œI mean that it’s lies. All of it is lies.”
    â€œWhat’s it say?” Damn, he didn’t want to ask that. Didn’t want to know. Didn’t want a damn thing to do with Cassidy Davenport other than to get in and out of her home in the quickest time possible and still allow Mac to call her a client.
    The things he did for his sister.
    â€œIt says, first, that I got engaged.” She held up her ringless left hand. “Do you see a ring here?”
    â€œNo.” Thank God.
    And he’d examine why he was thanking the Lord for that later.
    â€œDamn right you don’t. Burton’s a nice guy, but definitely
not
the man I’m going to marry.”
    It was on the tip of Liam’s tongue to ask
Burton who
?
but he didn’t really want to know. He wasn’t interested in Cassidy Davenport or who she dated.
    â€œAnd I didn’t storm out of the gala. I walked out nicely. Serenely. Said my good-byes. No one could take issue with my manners. I have no freaking clue if Burton’s ex-fiancée was there, nor do I care. She can have him.”
    He really shouldn’t feel any satisfaction whatsoever at hearing those words, but for some reason, he did.
    Dammit. Cassidy Davenport was nothing to him. Nothing. And never would be.
    Yeah, keep telling yourself that, buddy. That’ll explain all this hypersensitivity to her and the way she smells like peaches, and the way her nipples have hardened, and the flutter across her abdomen as she sucks in air to calm down. And
how you’ve noticed all of this about her. Yeah, you’re not into her at all.
    â€œ. . . as if I’m this stuck-up snob who can’t lower herself to talk to the common people.” She waved the newspaper at him. “Can you believe it? It actually uses the term
common people
in the article! What are we? Living in some feudal village? Who
does
that?”
    She turned around and stormed across the room, those stomps doing some mighty nice things to her ass.
    â€œI’m not going to stand for this. I’m just not. My father had to have planted at least part of the story.”
    â€œHe wants people to think you’re stuck up?” Since Mitchell Davenport was all about image and this would not be the best public relations, Liam didn’t buy it.
    She spun around, her hair fanning out behind her, swinging around to curl over one shoulder, leaving the other bare, enticing him to kiss his way from her shoulder up the curve of her neck and lose himself in that scent of peaches.
    â€œNo. That I’m engaged to Burton. I’d hoped last night that he wasn’t intending to propose, and I left before it could get awkward. Now my