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it based on the photo Cass put up on
the website. She has no idea who."
    "Intriguing. A mystery art lover."
    "Or just a lover of Cassie," she said,
laughing. She nudged me. "Take a look at the others then we better
mingle." She was already glancing around the room before she'd
finished her sentence.
    I looked at the other paintings and decided
to buy the one of the river behind the art studio. The sweeping
branches of the willows were as finely depicted as Cassie's hair,
and the light gave the scene a freshness that made you want to sit
and rest on the grassy banks.
    "You don't have to buy it, I'll give it to
you," Becky said. "You're my sister. Besides, you're out of
contract and can't afford it."
    "Actually the meeting with the agency today
was productive," I told her. "Nothing's firm yet, but next week
I'll know for sure if I have a new position." As far as Becky knew,
I worked for a temping agency that farmed me out for short-term
contracts as a personal assistant to high-flying businessmen. It
was so close to the truth that I didn't even feel like I was lying
to her. Much.
    She put her arm around me and squeezed.
"You'll get it. How can anyone resist my big, wonderful sis?"
    I hugged her back. "I don't mind if you call
me wonderful, but can we drop the 'big'?"
    She giggled and took my hand. "Come on, Cleo.
Let's go find Cassie."
    We passed by other students' work and spotted
Cassie in the middle of the gallery surrounded by her guests. The
quirky, vivacious redhead was in the middle of a lively
conversation when she spotted something by the door that wiped the
smile off her face. Her eyes darkened. Her lips peeled back off her
teeth and she pushed through the throng.
    "What are you doing here?" she
snapped, jabbing her finger in the direction of the suited
newcomer.
    Reece Kavanagh. Even if I hadn't seen the
photographs of him, I would have known who he was based on her
vitriolic greeting. She did not want the man who was going to tear
down her beloved home and studio at her exhibition. I couldn't
blame her.
    Reece pulled out the silver and black card
from his inside jacket pocket. "I have an invitation." His voice
was rich and deep, rumbling from the depths of his chest. It suited
him. It would have been disappointing for such a hot, masculine guy
to sound like a spotty teen.
    I didn't think it possible, but he was more
gorgeous in real life than in the photos. His hair was as black as
ink, the stubble on his jaw just as dark and adding a rugged touch
to his otherwise smooth face. Either he liked to wear suits or he'd
come straight from work. I wasn't good with brands, but I'd bet it
was Armani or something equally expensive. It was sharp and crisp,
and showed off his broad shoulders to perfection. The guy was tall
with the form of an athlete, although there could have been a
paunch hidden beneath that jacket. God, I hoped so, otherwise I was
way out of my depth. Hell, even if he did have a paunch and a small
penis I was still going to struggle to get his attention.
    "Who invited you?" Cassie went on, not in the
least distracted by the dazzling good looks of the man in front of
her. She was tiny by comparison, barely coming up midway to his
chest. Not only was she not distracted, she wasn't intimidated
either. Hands on hips, she glared right back into those ice-blue
eyes as Reece stared her down.
    "Do you know who that is?" Becky whispered to
me.
    "Reece Kavanagh," I said, unable to look
away. "Billionaire businessman."
    "Yeah? Then why doesn't Cassie want him
here?"
    "Maybe they're ex-lovers and he dumped
her."
    Becky made a huffing noise. "Doubt it. Suits
aren't her type. They're more hers." She pointed her chin at the
well-dressed woman I'd spotted earlier.
    The woman, a sleek blonde with sharp
cheekbones, slipped her arm around Reece's waist. He didn't react.
"I invited him," she said.
    Cassie turned on her and I thought she would
grill her. But instead she shook her head and sighed. "I should
have known. Be careful,