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breakdowns. By the time she had her emotions under control enough to
look at him, his face was an unreadable mask. Only his dark eyes showed a swirl
of emotion before he blinked, and they, too, turned to stone, making her wonder
whether she had imagined that brief flash of compassion.
    Lance Lakota Kemnay and compassion in
the same thought process was an oxymoron to the extreme. Percy
had let her research Lakota when he'd explained the terms of the contracts he
was going to have drawn up. Whilst she'd appreciated the older man's kindness,
what she'd learned about her soon-to-be husband had given her the chills.
    A mega name in the corporate world,
he'd worked himself up the ladder from the ground up. Ruthless, efficient,
ambitious to the point of obsession, and intensely private, he was a force to
be reckoned with. She hadn't been able to glean much about his private life.
His brother’s escapades dominated the gossip pages, his unfortunate accident
under mysterious circumstances only last week still the top of the news hags.
    The pictures of Lakota at Zeb's
funeral had broken her heart. Taken on the very day Zeb had won her in that
auction, the pictures showed him standing to one side as he'd watched the
proceedings with such an aloof expression the papers had branded him heartless.
But Alice recognized the look of a man with such an intense grip on his
emotion, that to show any would open the floodgates. She recognized it because
she'd worn the same look over and over again over the course of the last year.
She'd had to, because if she'd fallen apart, everything would have unraveled so
much sooner. Beth and Mum needed her to be the strong one.
    It was those pictures in the end that had
convinced her to take him up on his offer. If he was curt with her, it was
because he was hurting inside. She could deal with curt. If only she could say
the same for her body's unreasonable reaction to his presence.
    "Love doesn't exist."
    His harsh words held censure and such
disdain it settled like a vise on her chest and squeezed.
    "Of course it does. How can you
say that? You loved your brother, didn't you? And your mother?"
    His whole body tightened in answer,
and his lips curled into a cynical sneer. He poured himself some more wine and
stood at the French windows to look out at the vast expanse of garden.
    "There are those that would call
me incapable of love. I'm the heartless monster, haven't you heard?" He
raised his wineglass in her direction in a mocking salute. "The freak who couldn't
bring himself to care enough about his own brother or the grieving fiancée."
    He drained the glass in one go and put
it down on the table so carefully, that action, too, gave Alice the chills. It
was far too controlled, too contained for this big man, to be anything but an
act.
    "I'm assuming she wasn't really
engaged to your brother? I mean, he wouldn't have made that … that … bid for me
if he had been, would he?" She was aware her voice had risen to an
unnaturally high level as she pondered that possibility, and she hastily
cleared her throat. "Not that it matters much now, I suppose."
    "Ah, little Alice, that would
interfere with your views on love completely, wouldn't it?" His black eyed
gaze held her captive, and she couldn't have looked away now if her life had
depended on it.
    "I refuse to believe that anyone
could be so cruel, and if he did that, then he obviously didn't love her. So,
no, actually it doesn't change my views on love. It just would reiterate my generally
dim view on men though."
    "Ouch. And there was me thinking
the reason you're still a virgin is that you were simply waiting for the right
man, not that you had a dim view of them. More like you realized you
could cash yourself a lot of money, by selling it to the highest bidder."
    "How dare you?" She glared
at him, and he shrugged his shoulders, looking so impossibly gorgeous and male,
her fingers itched to throw her water glass at him. Anything to remove that
haughty,