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house because he lacked the right number of X chromosomes, but it was still a DeLuca company. And his employees were loyal to him and his family.
    “It was, um, so very nice to meet you, ChiChi.” She set her wineglass on a passing tray and turned to Jordan. “Gabe is right, Jordan. It really is a wonderful party. Now, if you’ll excuse me, it seems I have a dance.”
    Head high, Regan walked right past Gabe and headed straight for the exit. And straight for Abigail.
    “Dance floor is this way.” He clasped her arm firmly and led her back to the room, ignoring her protest and the pointy heel digging into his big toe. He’d have thrown her over his shoulder if it meant avoiding a scene.
    “What makes you think I’d ever want to dance with you?” She jerked her arm away.
    “How about because we are going have a conversation. The one where I remind you how you fucked over my family, and you promise to waltz your sweet little ass back to Oregon.”
    “I don’t know how to waltz.”
    “Great, because this is a rumba.” Wrapping his arm around her waist, he slid his hand down the exposed part of her back. Shit. She was soft and smelled incredible and was so damn sexy he went hard immediately.
    Gabe spun her out and back in, then gently swayed to the music. To anyone else it would appear as though they were a couple enjoying a friendly dance. No one would notice how Regan’s knee rose up within striking distance, her nails digging into his chest, while Gabe’s arms tightened around her like a vise.
    Unfortunately, his body couldn’t help but notice her dress, red and silky and hugging every curve. Or the way their bodies brushed against each other. Or that when he looked down he had a damn-near perfect view of black lace and the most incredible cleavage he’d ever seen.
    Based on the cold glare coming off Regan, which was enough to freeze his nuts off, she knew exactly what he was staring at. He looked at the walls, the band, anywhere but at her. Not that it helped. The woman smelled like gingerbread cookies and sex, and all he could think about was getting her under the mistletoe three feet away.
    “We have to stop meeting like this, Vixen.”
    Her eyes narrowed into two rage-induced slits and she opened her mouth. Gabe placed his finger against herlips. “Careful now, it looks like you’re getting ready to say something you’ll regret later.”
    She bit his finger, smiling when he jerked his hand back. She wouldn’t be smiling if she knew that his hand wasn’t the only thing that jerked.
    “Actually, I was going to say thank you for not ratting me out to ChiChi about the car.”
Asshole
went unsaid. So did
liar, liar, pants on fire
. “So if you could please tell her that the crazy lady said she’s sorry. That she didn’t know it was her car.”
    “Are you saying you wouldn’t be sorry if it had been mine?” He took her in a close embrace, this time sliding his fingers between hers while guiding them even farther toward the back of the ballroom.
    “No. Yes. I don’t know.”
    Gabe laughed and “Vixen” looked ready to bite again.
    “Is this funny to you? Screwing with my life?” Even though she didn’t miss a step, her words came out low and steady and full of fury. “What was your plan, to hook me with some fake job offer, make me leave behind everything I know and love so you could you get me down here and publicly humiliate me? I have a red Sharpie in my purse if you want to draw the letter
A
on my forehead and get it over with.”
    Gabe stopped dancing but didn’t release her. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
    “Don’t lie to me.” She stepped back, ignoring the couple that nearly toppled over her and the other three who had slowed their pace to listen in. “Look, I get it. You hate me and want to ruin my life. Well, you win, mission accomplished. At least have the balls to own it!”
    She patted down her sides as if desperately searching for a pocket. When she came