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the door, Cullen. Don’t even talk to him!”
    “I said, you set me up,” Brayden continued, ignoring Ivy. And then his eyes flicked over to Lanie and he looked almost comically surprised momentarily.
    He seemed to recover himself, though, as his gaze moved back to Cullen.
    “I don’t know who the hell you think you are, showing up unannounced at my home after what you’ve done,” Cullen growled. He seemed to get larger as he stood in the entrance.
    “I’m the guy you fucked over,” Brayden said. “You set a trap for me—a honey pot,” he said, pointing over towards Lanie.
    “A what? A honey pot? Are you insane?” Cullen asked, almost laughing, but clearly getting even more enraged.
    “You sent the girl to me,” Brayden said. “Is that supposed to be a coincidence? You send that girl to interview for a job with me and next thing I know my company’s hacked and my entire life is up in smoke?”
    Now I’m just that girl , Lanie thought. I’m not even Lanie anymore—he can’t even bear to say my name.
    Meanwhile, Cullen had raised a hand and pointed at the other man. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about Forman, but if you don’t get off my property—“
    “Then what, you’ll strangle me with your cool tie?” Brayden said. He pointed past Cullen at Lanie. “You happy with yourself? How much did they pay you to suck my cock and get access to my database—“
    Suddenly, Cullen was tackling Brayden, the two of them sailing out of view.
    Lanie and Ivy both shrieked at the same time.
    “Help!” Ivy cried. “Oh my God, they’re fighting! Stop them!”
    Lanie ran past her and out the door of the house. She came up short for a moment, not sure what to do next.
    Cullen and Brayden were rolling on the ground, and then Brayden scrambled to his feet. Both of them looked strange in their expensively tailored suits, fighting on the front lawn of Cullen’s gorgeous home.
    Brayden threw a punch, but Cullen ducked under it. Then Ivy’s husband threw his own punch, which landed square on Brayden’s jaw.
    Brayden’s head snapped to the side.
    Cullen straightened up and threw two more punches, each one of them landed squarely on the other man’s face.
    “Stop, please!” Lanie cried.
    Brayden sneered at Cullen through a bloody lip. “Is that the best you got, you rich, uptight motherfucker?”
    “Oh, I have plenty more for you,” Cullen said, and punched him again.
    Brayden stumbled back and smiled. He dropped his hands. “That’s it?”
    “Fine, have another.” Cullen swung even harder and clocked Brayden on the jaw again.
    Brayden’s head swung back and he stumbled, his eyes momentarily glassy.
    “Stop! No!” Lanie cried, grabbing Cullen’s arm. “Don’t. He’s hurt. Don’t hurt him anymore.”
    Cullen turned and looked at her, his chest rising and falling, his shoulders rigid. “I should kill him for what he did to you.”
    “He’s had enough.” She swallowed a sob.
    Brayden was still standing there, his face battered, his lips bloody and swollen, jaw bruised, a mouse rising under one eye. “That’s the best you got,” he said, spitting blood onto the walkway. I knew it. You’ll never break me,” he said.
    “I wasn’t trying to break you, asshole,” Cullen said. “Did it ever occur to you that I have no damn reason to set a honeypot to trap you? Whoever wanted to get to you just had to wait until you fucked up, which knowing you, took about all of five seconds from the last time you screwed up.”
    Brayden’s eyes seemed to clear momentarily as he took in Cullen’s words. “Listen, I never led her on—“
    “You dumb shit,” Cullen said. “You left yourself open for this and then you go looking to blame an innocent girl who clearly cares about you. And you blame me—I don’t even give a shit about you enough to know your business and your stupidity. But if you ever threaten me or my wife or my family, I will end you .” And then Cullen straightened his