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will hold you to the pledge. I doubt anyone even took it seriously.”
    Sandy’s frown pulled on his heart. Nobody had ever showed him such concern. He liked it. “Do you know how adorable you look when you’re remorseful?”
    “I feel terrible. I don’t know what got into me. I guess I expected you to back down.”
    He twirled her. “I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone like you.”
    She gave a small ironic smile. “That’s because there’s no one like me. I’m unique. What are you going to do about all that money?”
    Money meant little to Cameron. He would’ve paid the million if she’d asked. In fact, he couldn’t think of a better project to sink that sort of money into.
    Because Sandy looked far too serious and he wanted to lighten the moment he said, “I don’t know. Maybe I’ll sell some blood, or a limb, maybe even a couple of organs. You don’t need kidneys, right?”
    She swatted his arm. “Cameron.”
    Her tawny gaze reminded him of warm honey. He had a weakness for honey. And he liked the fact she’d smacked him without even noticing. According to Lydia, it meant Sandy liked him.
    “No? Perhaps I’ll ask Daddy. Isn’t that what good trust-fund babies do?” Her lips tightened about the same time she went rigid in his arms. “Hey, I’m kidding.” He ducked his head, trying to capture her gaze as he waggled his brows in a goofball attempt to make her smile.
    Her gaze clashed with his, exasperation sparked from the golden depths. “Since you find it impossible to take anything serious, I’m not surprised you’d joke about finding a way to pay such a large sum of money.”
    That she was concerned enough to get annoyed warmed his heart. To him two hundred thousand pounds wasn’t a lot of money. What would she say if he told her he spent more than that renting a private island for his summer holiday each year?
    Perhaps not a good idea to give her that bit of information, yet. Especially in view of the fact that she was stiff as a piece of wood and stepping on his toes with a zeal that brought a tear to his eye.
    He smiled through the pain , tightened his arm until she was flat against him. He wedged his thigh between hers; made sure her heels couldn’t get anywhere near his toes.
    “Play nice.” He whispered the words next to her ear, rewarded when she gave a tiny shiver and shuddered out a breath.
    “I’ve always thought gold leaf to be the most elegant decorative art.” She blinked with an innocence that almost made him believe she wasn’t aware of his physical reaction to her. If her gaze hadn’t turned to chestnut, he would’ve bought it, too. “How long do you think it took to build this house?”
    He’d play along. He could play innocent as well as she could. “Seven years.”At her look of perplexity, he winked. “I know the guy who owns it.”
    “OF COURSE.” How could she have forgotten this was Cameron’s world? The kind of money it would take to own a house like this belonged to the type of people he played with.
    Old money.
    People like her father...
    Sandy cleared the sorrow for her mother’s wasted life from her throat and concentrated on moving her feet to follow Cameron’s lead. “I must say, you clean up pretty good.”
    He chuckled. “You like the penguin suit, huh?”
    She bit her bottom lip to stop herself from returning his smile as she smoothed her left hand over the black satin shawl lapel. She’d do the small talk, but she wasn’t letting herself relax enough to enjoy his company. “You wear it well.”
    He tipped his head to the side as he considered her with a raised eyebrow. “Is that a grudging compliment?”
    “Not at all. You look very handsome.” She drew in a deep breath. And smelled terrific!
    The citrusy scent invaded her senses, edged her pulse up a few beats, and goosed her skin. She fought the overwhelming sensation to lean in closer to him and take a deep, deep breath.
    Sandy swallowed—hard.
    “Only handsome? Not a