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damn well.
    “Soren?”
    He looked up. Ford was watching him. Cate was watching him. They’d been sitting in Ford’s office for at least five minutes. Soren had no idea what they’d been talking about. He’d been looking at the curve of her thigh as she crossed one leg over the other.
    “What?” Soren said, irritated.
    “I asked if you wanted to give Cate a rundown of the situation.”
    “The situation is bullshit,” Soren said.
    Ford glared at him. “No, it’s a problem. Cate, you’re aware of the book Savage Hearts? ”
    “The tell-all about the band? I haven’t read it yet, but I gather it’s a source of controversy,” she said dryly.
    “It’s not Molly’s fault,” Soren said. This still pissed him off. Molly Ward was the woman who’d been picked to write the stupid thing, which was how she’d come into Declan’s life in the first place, and she’d only done her job. The reason Soren came off as a womanizing piece of crap was because he’d behaved like a womanizing piece of crap during the events of the book—his behontok—hiavior had resulted in one woman’s overdose, his best friend Declan’s freak out, and, because Declan was the lead singer of Savage Heart, the temporary break-up of the band.
    It wasn’t Molly’s fault that Soren refused to sit for any interviews or allow her to use any of the stuff she’d found out about Soren’s life. Declan and Molly had begged him, but Soren hadn’t seen the point of hurting more people just to make himself look like a little bit less of a jerk. Having the band back together and having Declan back in his life was good enough. Double bonus points that Declan had found Molly in the process.
    “Who’s Molly?” Cate asked.
    “She’s family. She wrote the truth, that’s all.”
    “Yeah, well, the truth has inspired some past conquests to come out of the woodwork,” Ford said. “He was served already. Outside of Volare. Sexual harassment.”
    Cate looked at them both. “That’s it?”
    “You ever been sued for being a bad person?” Soren asked. “That’s enough, trust me.”
    Cate smiled. “No offense, but this would be punching below my weight. You don’t need me for this.”
    “They’ve retained Josephs & Cheedham,” Ford said.
    Cate sighed. “I see.”
    Given his family history, Soren was not a huge fan of lawyers. He especially didn’t like it when they seemed to be speaking another language. He especially didn’t like it when they were speaking in another language about him.
    “Anyone going to clarify how, specifically, I’m screwed here?” he said.
    “I know Mark Cheedham,” Cate said. “He only gets involved if he thinks there’s going to be a huge payday. I mean huge . I’d bet he has more than one woman willing to sue, and he’s sitting on something. This is just his opening gambit. He won’t win any ethics awards anytime soon, and he loves to play the press. I’m usually competing for cases with him, so this is…”
    Cate trailed off, her voice falling. For a moment she looked very far away, very small, the way she had outside when she’d been hiding from that douchebag Patrick Cross. Soren’s Dom sense went nuts.
    He could actually see the moment when Cate figured something out.
    Dammit, he wanted to know what it was.
    “This is surprising,” she finally said. She recrossed her legs, which was distracting enough that Soren almost missed the little furrow in her brow.
    Almost.
    “So?” Soren asked.

ight="11" width="24"> “It means you do need me,” Cate said.
    Soren couldn’t argue with that, although not in the way she meant. Every second spent in her presence was winding him tighter and tighter. He wasn’t like this. People didn’t get under his skin like this. Wanting a woman was one thing, but wanting to figure her out, to turn her inside out and right side up and know more…
    “Soren, look at me,” she said.
    That got his attention. Mimicking his tone from earlier, telling her to look at