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insulted.”
    â€œI can’t really recall what happened at Loch Awe,” she snapped.
    He laughed. “Ye can recall. I left ye standing naked in my salon, instead of begging fer yer favors like all your boys do. I didn’t grovel. I didn’t pant or drool. I didn’t give ye the favor ye wanted me to. Ye were furious with me. Come, Sam, we both know the kind of woman ye are. Ye never forgive an’ ye never forget. An’ we both know ye didn’t forget me.”
    Her temper soared. “Frankly, I haven’t given you a thought since last December,” she lied. “Can your huge ego handle it?”
    â€œMy huge ego can handle anything—anyway ye want.”
    â€œI’ll pass…like last time.”
    â€œSo ye do recall last time,” he said softly. “When I didn’t give ye the chance to say no.”
    She trembled, furious.
    â€œAre ye sure ye don’t wish fer a trophy? So there’s no danger that ye forget this night?”
    â€œNo.” There was no satisfaction in saying “no” now. Even as angry as she was, she knew she wasn’t going to forget his screwing Becca, not for a long time. “As far as I’m concerned, you’re no prize, Maclean, no matter what you seem to think.”
    He shrugged indifferently and murmured, “How will ye know if ye don’t try the goods?”
    Sam turned to go. “Yeah, of course, you’re the best there is. I’ve never met a man who didn’t think he was God’s gift in the sack,” she retorted over her shoulder.
    He seized her arm. She was forced to halt and their gazes clashed. His stare never wavered. “I’m the best.”
    His words made her feel faint for a moment. Sam wanted to retort, but she just stood there, recalling the look on his face a moment ago. Becca had seemed to be having an otherworldly orgasm, while he was hunting his own pleasure—almost as if it were an effort. She’d heard that sex with near-immortals was really different—that the rapture was somehow endless. Frankly, she didn’t believe it but she was sure he was damned good—when inspired.
    He was never going to have the chance to prove it to her.
    â€œYe’ll never want a boy toy again,” he said softly.
    â€œYour ego,” she said as softly, “is off the charts. Some women might find it attractive—I don’t. It diminishes any other attributes you might actually have.”
    He grinned. “My ego can’t diminish what yer thinkin’ about.”
    She pulled free of his grasp. “You’ve got the goods. Big deal.”
    â€œYer salivating.”
    It was definitely time to leave before she blew a gasket. She turned to storm out, when she remembered that she wasn’t supposed to let him out of her sight. In that instant, she recalled what was in Hemmer’s vault—what he wanted, what HCU wanted. She slowly faced him. “Let’s talk turkey. How’s the vault?”
    His brows lifted. “I don’t know.”
    â€œWhy not?”
    He gestured at the bed. “I’ve been busy. Ye took yer time an’ I decided to start the evening off with a bang.”
    He had been expecting her. “Did you get a peek at the guest list?”
    He shrugged. “Our paths were bound to cross, sooner or later.”
    â€œI don’t travel in Hemmer’s circles.”
    â€œNow ye do,” he said flatly. “Yer a Rose. Yer cousin married my father. Of course ye’d hunt Hemmer now.”
    Sam stared, finally somewhat diverted from his sexuality and virile appeal. Was he in touch with Brie? “Is the page the real deal?”
    â€œThe page?” Both dark brows lifted. “I don’t know. Rupert must think so.”
    He sure must, to spend over two hundred million dollars on it, Sam thought.
    â€œAre ye sure ye won’t have a drink with me? We can discuss our mutual