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I stare at his retreating back, shaking my head.

That’s why I kept avoiding his calls. He spent so much time with me and Becks when he wasn’t brokering deals he started feeling like part of the furniture.

It felt like he kept trying to infiltrate the family I was creating.

I didn’t like that.

Glenmont was mine.

Becks was mine.

…Until she wasn’t anymore.

Chapter 34

Cassidy

When I can walk without my legs wobbling, I let myself out of the guest room and head downstairs.

I won’t be ashamed about what just happened.

Ethan and I are two consenting adults—actually, scratch that. I haven’t really consented to anything that’s happened between us since we met. Does that mean I didn’t enjoy it? No…but that’s not the point.

Is it?

God, I need to eat something and then chase it down with a pitcher of mimosa. Then I’m getting in my car and leaving. I should have abandoned this whole Nancy Drew undercover operation last night already.

As I head for the stairs, a buyer in a white golf shirt comes up, a faint, almost sentimental smile on his face as he glances around.

He spots me as I draw near, his smile becoming wolfish. I immediately wrap my fingers around my pendant, although I don’t know why. I guess I don’t want to give him an excuse to stare at my cleavage. He looks like the kind of guy who’d do that.

“Ma’am,” he says, ducking his head.

“Hi.” I try to sidestep him, but we both end up on the same side of the hallway, doing a brief back and forth as we try to go around each other.

“Why, thank you for the dance,” he says, much too fucking smoothly for my liking. I give him a frosty smile and try to step around him, but this time he purposefully blocks me.

“Beautiful house, isn’t it?” His crow’s-feet deepen as he smiles. “Remington’s going to get a ton of offers for?—”

“Yeah, I’m not looking to buy,” I say woodenly, again trying to sidestep the guy, again being blocked.

“Angelo,” he says, holding out a hand as his eyes slowly rake over my body. “And you are…?”

Annoyed.

But I don’t even want to think what Ethan would do to me if he caught me being rude to a buyer, so I grin and bear it. “Cassidy.”

“So, Cassidy,” Angelo says, shaking my hand. “If you’re not here to buy…?”

“I work for Ethan.”

This makes Angelo’s eyebrows twitch. “As his… assistant?”

“Yeah, sure. Why not,” I mutter. “Now, if you’ll excuse me.” I step to the side, twisting away so I can get past Angelo without our bodies touching.

He grabs my wrist, and his smile turns into a leer. “Odd. He didn’t mention you.”

I give Angelo a hard stare. Why would Ethan mention me to a random buyer?

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