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As soon as she began to open it a body thrust it wider and she fell back, staring at the man who confronted her

She had had no real idea what William Cassidy looked like, but she knew at once that it was hiry man and a very tall one, with a face full of violence, in odd juxtaposition to the sort of sleek tailoring associated with society weddings: rey silk tie, smooth shirt

'Where is she?' he asked in a voice hoarse with rage, and Sian nerved herself to defy him

CHAPTER TWO

'I can't tell you that!' Sian began Willia his eyes off her The slam made her jump, her wide eyes wary

'Oh, yes, you will,' he assured her, and she felt the hairs on the back of her neck bristling

'Don't you threaten ave Annetteto keep my word'

The force of her voice made his eyes narrow; for the first tilitter of curiosity in those cold grey eyes He coolly looked her up and down, and she seethed with resentment over the expression on his hard face

'How admirable,' he drawled 'You must be a very unusual reporter—the others of your trade I've met haven't had the same scruples'

She wished she could deny the slur on her profession, but, she thought with a griues a little too well

'Yes, well, sorry about that, Mr Cassidy, but we aren't all out of the same box'

His brows arched 'No? But it seee of Annette's confidences Your paper will be printing the story tomorrow Your editor wouldn't let h to make it clear that you used Annette ruthlessly'

Sian went red 'I can understand why you're angry'

'Oh, can you?' he broke in bitingly, and she bit her lip

'How did you find out about