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want?’
    ‘To rescue you from the press.’
    Lucy shook her head. ‘No.’
    ‘No?’ One dark eyebrow shot up towards his hairline. ‘You call me a liar?’
    ‘If you’d been interested in rescuing me you’d have done it years ago when it mattered. But you dropped me like a hot potato.’
    Her words sucked the oxygen from the limousine, leaving a heavy, clogging atmosphere of raw emotion. Lucy drew a deep breath, uncaring that he noted the agitated rise and fall of her breasts as she struggled for air.
    ‘You’re talking about two different things.’ His tone was cool.
    ‘You think?’ She paused. ‘You’re playing semantics. The last thing you want is to
rescue
me.’
    ‘Then let us say merely that your interests and mine coincide this time.’
    ‘How?’ She leaned forward, as if a closer view would reveal the secrets he kept behind that patrician façade of calm. ‘I can’t see what we have in common.’
    He shook his head, turning more fully. Lucy became intensely aware of the strength hidden behind that tailored suit as his shoulders blocked her view of the street.
    A jitter of curious sensation sped down her backbone and curled deep within. It disturbed her.
    ‘Then you have an enviably short memory, Ms Knight. Even you can’t deny we’re linked by a tie that binds us forever, however much I wish it otherwise.’
    ‘But that’s-’
    ‘In the past?’ His lip curled in a travesty of a smile. ‘Yet it’s a truth I live with every day.’ His eyes glowed, luminous with emotions she’d once thought him too cold to feel. His voice deepened to a low, bone-melting hum. ‘Nothing will ever take away the fact that you killed my brother.’
     
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