Page 31 of Tempting Irish

Pink creeps up her neck into her cheeks, and she glances away. “Yes.”

“And last night? Was that part of ye’re coming homeplan?”

“No.”

“Tell me the truth. What’s yer game? What is it yewant?”

“I’m not playing agame.”

“Is it money, a few minutes of fame that ye’re looking for? Or is it somethingelse?”

She shakes her head and glares at me, but she doesn’t defendherself.

“If ye’re thinking about using this against me. Against theband-”

“Fuck you.” Hurt flashes in her eyes, but it’s quickly replaced by rage. “I can’t believe I ever thought you were…different. That I ever cared…” Her eyes are glassy with unshed tears, but to her credit, she doesn’t let them fall. She takes a few steadying breaths, then says flatly, “Thank you for making this easy onme.”

“What?” I growl out, expecting athreat.

“Forgetting aboutyou.”

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