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he’d been the one shredded.
    He adjusted his grip on the bucket, took a deep breath, and headed into Cassidy Davenport’s bedroom. If he wasn’t involved with a woman, going into her bedroom should be no big deal. And if he couldn’t even stand to be in the same room with that woman, her bedroom was just another room.
    Then he saw the silky baby blue robe tossed over a padded chair. A piece of black lace peeking out from the top drawer of the dresser. Something peach and frothy lying in a puddle beneath the flowered bench at the end of her rumpled bed. It’d landed near a pair of shoes.
    Black shoes.
    With really high heels.
    And ankle straps.
    Black lace. Peach nightie. High heels. The spiked kind.
    Cassidy bumped into him from behind.
    He’d called this
just another room
? He seriously needed to have his head examined and his sense of smell shut off because the scent of her—still of millions but this time with a good dose of
woman
threaded through—wrapped around him the way that silk robe had embraced her curves.
    And those curves, the ones her unbuttoned shirt hinted at, were every bit as lush and soft as he’d expect—except that he
hadn’t
expected them to be lush and soft. Most women in her income bracket underwent the knife as if it were a day out with the girls, but the few nanoseconds she was plastered against him were enough for Liam to learn that she hadn’t subscribed to that particular social custom.
    She jumped back. “Why’d you stop?”
    Because the image of her in those heels and that nightie, all wrapped up in silk, had nailed him to the floor.
    â€œYou don’t make your bed?” Anger was always good for dispelling tension, sexual or otherwise, and right now Liam knew which one he needed to focus on. Not focus on. Whatever.
    â€œI forgot you were coming.”
    Did she have to use that particular word?
    What was
wrong
with him? He didn’t even
like
the woman.
    â€œAre you going to hover over me while I do this?”
    These were going to be four really long, hard weeks.
    He so wished he hadn’t used
those
words.
    And when he saw the look on her face—fleeting though it was—he wished he hadn’t used that tone. It wasn’t her fault that he’d reacted this way to her.
    â€œUm . . . well, no.” She backed up, her green eyes wide and—shit—teary.
    â€œHey, I’m sor—” Damn it. He wasn’t going to apologize. He’d learned his lesson when it came to women’s tears. Rachel had been a master of the waterworks and he, fool that he’d been, had bought them. Every single time she’d used them.
    â€œI guess I’ll leave you to it.” She spun around on her sexy-as-hell stilettos and strode out of the room, her ass-hugging pants leaving nothing to his imagination. Which sent it into overdrive.
    Liam cursed beneath his breath and turned around—
    To stare at the rumpled, unmade bed with sheets that had been wrapped around that curvy ass, those long-as-sin legs, and her perfectly natural breasts, and Liam didn’t know if he was going to make it four
hours
in this place let alone four weeks.

Chapter Two

    C ASSIDY gulped the San Pellegrino and blamed the fizz for the tears in her eyes. They certainly weren’t caused by Mr. Manley Maid in there. Mr. Rude-Obnoxious-He-Man Manley Maid who probably expected every woman to fall at his feet for one small glimmer of his interest.
    Well she’d seen the interest—fleeting though it’d been—but she was still standing. Bastard.
    She would have thought he’d have been a little nicer. After all, all she had to do was make one phone call and his ass would be canned.
    Cassidy fumbled for her cell phone and hit her contacts list. Yeah, she didn’t have to put up with his attitude. Who did he think he was? Did he
know
who her father was?
    Her finger hovered over the Manley Maids’