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Cara’s heart skipped a beat at the sound of his rich, deep voice ‘Well, you didn’t break it exactly’ She let out a nervous laugh ‘It was an accident And you were right I should have been paying ’

‘Generous of you considering it was I who ran into you,’ he said pleasantly Too pleasantly

He knows about the car, she thought a little desperately, her eyes searching his She felt it with every guilty bone in her body

Hoping her face wasn’t flushed even though she felt like it was pressed against a heating pad she told herself to caluilt ain’ She cleared her throat ‘Now, I’ to have to ask you to—’

She stopped speaking and stared up at his bemused expression

Mr Kelly Mr Kellllly

Aidan Kelly?

Like one of the poker machines downstairs that had just hit the jackpot Cara’s brain lit up here she had seen this man’s face before Unfortunately he wasn’t some matinee idol; he was the Aidan Kelly of KMG—Kelly Media Group The founder of soe network TV station in Australia that had expanded to dominate the US entertain to do with British TV, as well She couldn’t remember what, but she did relobal He was also rude and full of himself but … She sed heavily ‘You have an invitation’ Her voice carew

‘Why else would I be here?’ he asked softly

No reason, Cara thought wildly, no reason at all No reason other than to play poker at her table

She groaned inwardly The night was ruined She was dead He would coise Had to admit to her desperate actions at the airport Admit how late she had been, how desperate, how—

No, she wouldn’t let herself panic and ruin everything Because what if he didn’t know and she ad ten tiht her to do in situations like this and play the dead bat—an old cricketing term Franco would be impressed that she had even remembered

As plans went it wasn’t the greatest, but it would have to do until she ca better

‘Well then, Mr …’

She let the silence fill between them as she waited for him to provide his name His mouth kicked up at one corner ‘Kelly Aidan Kelly’