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there with her during everything they’d shared?  If anything, she’d taken advantage of him!  “You think last night was all about my grief?” she whispered, unable to accept that he really believed that. 
    Those hard, brown eyes looked down at her, not revealing anything he might be thinking.  They never did, she thought.  His eyes might glow or be hard, but she never really knew what he was thinking.  “Wasn’t it?” he asked, his body tense, his shoulders stiff with the tension. 
    She saw his “stand off” signals and couldn’t believe it.  He wasn’t really doing this, was he?  She’d heard of morning after regrets, but she’d never thought that Grayson would do this. 
    But he was!  He was rejecting everything they’d shared last night.  Impossible as it seemed, he was going to pretend that last night didn’t mean as much to him as it did to her. 
    Toughening up, she straightened her shoulders and hid her emotions behind a blank face.  “Of course,” she snapped at him.  “Because I’m one of those silly females who can’t figure out what’s going on inside her head.  I misinterpreted what you were feeling too, didn’t I?” she almost growled.  She was so furious, so dumbfounded that he was switching gears once again.  Last night had nothing to do with grief and everything to do with finally being with the man she’d loved for years.  And he was sullying that!  He was making her sound like a witless idiot!  “Listen, buddy,” she snarled, “If you think that’s all last night was about, then you’re an ass.” 
    She bowed her head and looked down at her feet, her toes curling up inside her red shoes as the shame and anger swamped over her.  “So yes.  Let’s just say that’s all it was.  And thank you for hurrying.  You’re right.”  She ached as she said those words and wanted to stomp on his thousand dollar loafers with her spike heel.  She took a deep breath, pulling in her temper and savoring her anger.  This man was an idiot!  And a womanizer to boot.  He was just trying to get out of the morning-after-tension by making excuses.  Which was what all womanizers do when they can’t escape fast enough.  “We’re going to be late.”
    With that, she stepped forward, opening the door herself and stepping into the cool morning.  Lifting her head up to the morning sunshine, she prayed that she wouldn’t start crying.  That would make all of this so much worse! 
    Instead of stepping into the limousine that was waiting for Grayson and surrounded by his bodyguards, she walked over to her garage and unlocked her own car.  Her little Miata roared to life and she backed out of the garage, ignoring Grayson’s furious expression as he watched her zoom down the driveway.  She wiggled her fingers at him before she shifted gears and sped away. 
     
    “Damn woman!” he muttered.  “Let’s go!” he ordered to his security team.  Not for the first time did he grumble about the need for bodyguards.  He hated being surrounded by all of these people.  He wanted to get into a car and speed off.  He wanted to race ahead of that damn woman, yank her out of the car and kiss her until she admitted that last night wasn’t just about her grief. 
    A half hour later, when he stepped out of the vehicle at the restaurant, he looked through his sunglasses, his eyes searching out the one woman he wanted to see.  The one woman he needed to make sure was okay.  She’d been driving too fast and he was going to have words with her about that.  Maybe he’d spank her adorable bottom for being so reckless.  And for whatever the hell she’d said before she’d stormed out of her house. 
    Initially, he’d been too furious with himself to actually hear what she’d said to him.  But as his chauffer drove through the crowded city streets, his mind went over her words.  What did she mean?  She’d said something about him assuming…hell, he’d been too angry with