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“You might be right. I’ll think about it.”

“And give me details?”

“Never.”

Chapter23

Lose control

Callie

I didn’t haveto cross swords with Pierce at the rehearsal. Since I wasn’t in the wedding party, I just sat in the back of the church while they went through the complicated movements that made up the wedding service. My gaze lingered on Cooper, noticing the stiffness of his posture and the superficiality of his smiles. I couldn’t hear what his relatives said to him, but I could see how they ate away at his confidence.

Fuckers.

Sitting there through endless repeats, I considered the whole exercise. I doubted I’d ever get married. That would involve a level of trust I’d never imagined happening. If I did, it wasn’t going to be like this. Too much stress.

A man sat down in the pew beside me. I turned a startled glance and recognized Remington Winthrop. Just what I needed—more assholes.

“Do I know you?” He leaned back, one ankle crossed over the other knee, perfectly at ease.

“I met you at Briarwood in Toronto. I was golfing with Cooper.”

He raised a brow. “Cooper? Oh, Whit.”

I didn’t reply. They could argue over names if they wanted.

“That’s right, I remember now. So you’re here with Whit for the wedding? You his girlfriend?” His eyes dropped to my chest, then my legs, and finally back up.

“We’re friends.” Last night notwithstanding.

“What’s your name again? And how did you meet Whit?”

I could challenge his right to interrogate me, but I didn’t want to embarrass Cooper. “Callie Smith. I met him at a charity dinner my firm was involved with.”

His eyebrow rose. “What firm is that?”

“Anderson, Krys and Chan.”

Both eyebrows were rushing for his hairline. Just like the Cooper family, he’d heard of the firm, which made sense if he was doing business in Toronto.

“Paralegal?”

Right.Because I had big boobs. None of the paralegals had been invited to the dinner. “Tax attorney.”

His brows couldn’t get any higher, but they tried. “Really? That’s impressive.”

The easy explanation for this chauvinism was that the idea of a female lawyer disconcerted him, but I was sure the real reason was because I was with Cooper. “It does seem to surprise everyone I meet here. I should have brought my diploma. Or a pay stub.”

He laughed. “We’re just more surprised that you’re with Cooper, if you’re that smart.”

“Why?”

Winthrop tugged on his ankle. “He’s a hockey player.”

“Apparently they have hockey players at Harvard. I don’t think stupidity is required to play the sport.”

“But it helps,” he said with another laugh.

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