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himself to actually listen.  
    When he approached the table, he noticed that everyone was already seated.  And Scarlett was flanked by Stefan and Malik with their wives on the opposite sides of each of them.  The only available chair left was on the far side of the table. 
    Pulling out the chair, he glared across the table at the little blond woman in the alluring red dress.  Why the hell was she wearing red?  She wore red too often.  And she looked too damn good in it!  Blonds weren’t supposed to look good in red.  But she did. 
    “What’s going on?” Harrison asked, his eyes glancing back and forth between Scarlett and Grayson.  “I thought you stayed at her place last night, watching out for her.”
    “I did,” he snapped and pulled his napkin down over his lap. 
    Damon’s eyes narrowed.  “So why didn’t you give her a ride?”
    Grayson turned his furious eyes to the other man.  “Because she…” he started to say something but Scarlett interrupted.  “I’m perfectly capable of getting myself to any event.  I don’t need overbearing, overly protective giants who think they…” she stopped, realizing that she was revealing too much.  “I’m here, safe and sound.  Enough said.” 
    Several waiters arrived at that moment, pouring coffee and telling everyone to make their way to the buffet tables whenever they were ready. 
    The breakfast was a complete sham, Scarlett thought as she sipped her coffee and moved the fruit and eggs around on her plate.  She couldn’t eat anything and she couldn’t look up because that horrible, obnoxious oaf was right in front of her.  She’d thought she’d been so smart about where she’d seated herself when she’d arrived, not wanting to be seated next to Grayson as she so often was when this group got together. 
    “I’m sorry, everyone,” Scarlett said as she stood up.  “I have a client meeting and I can’t be late.”
    Grayson shook his head.  “Reschedule, Scarlett.  You need a few days to recover.”
    Scarlett ignored him.  “Thank you everyone.”
    Grayson was furious that she would ignore him like that.  He stood up and followed her, grabbing her arm when she brushed by him.  “Who is this important meeting with that you can’t cancel?” he demanded before she could take a step away from the table.
    She turned to glare up at him.  “It is Jeff Desmund, if you must know.  But that’s really none of your business, is it?”
    Grayson’s mouth tightened in fury.  “Cancel it!” he snapped, wanting to roar at her for even considering that man as a client.  “He’s a womanizer and I don’t think you should be doing business with those kinds of men.”
    Scarlett was stunned for a moment before she finally shook her head.  “Are you kidding me?  Isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black?” After last night’s amazing pleasure and this morning’s dismissal of that pleasure, he had a lot of gall to say words like that to her!
    The others at the table chuckled because each of the men had been womanizers before their women finally settled them down to blissful married life.  “She has a point, Grayson,” Damon commented, his arm around Sasha who punched him in the ribs, but not hard enough to hurt.  “Maybe she just needs a reason not to handle that client?  Want to buy another house?” The others at the table all knew that Grayson bought a condo, house, vacation place or changed his office style whenever he wanted, or needed, Scarlett close by.  And she never failed to jump at the opportunity to redecorate anything he purchased.  She’d done all of their residences, offices and even some of their businesses when it was interesting enough for her. 
    Grayson was furious.  “Stay out of this,” he snapped.  “She can’t work with that man.”  Turning to Scarlett, he grabbed her arm and pulled her off to the side.  “What’s going on?  Why are you meeting a man who has dated just about every