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while you were in the office, and he was close, chances are he knew about it,” Chet said grimly.
    “Can you hear yourself right now? You sound totally paranoid. What has that got to do with anything?” cried Hanna.
    Chet merely shook his head. “I’m just a third wheel, Hanna. You two want each other so much it’s palpable to me. And I haven’t even met the guy! I wouldn’t have even guessed anything if not for the total change you went through. The way you look when you say his name or talk about him. Once or twice, I’m sure I’ve heard you say his name while we fucked.”
    Oh God. What? No! Hanna was shaking with anger and a feeling of trepidation. “You…you’re so wrong. This is crazy! Chet, please…”
    There was a sudden noise from outside, of a car horn blaring. Hanna watched helplessly as Chet gathered up his bags at the front door. She chased after him. “Don’t leave! We can work this out. Chet!”
    Chet brushed past her clinging hands and opened the door. Hanna stopped short at the sight of a slim, tall beauty with dark brown hair and startling green eyes. Her sleeveless top was cropped, showing off a concave belly while her snug jeans played off her hips. She looked no older than twenty-one and her breasts seemed ready to burst out of her bodice.
    “Ready, Chet? We need to hit it,” the girl said, her voice smoky and smooth.
    “Give me a minute, babe,” Chet said quietly, before turning to the shell-shocked Hanna. He reached forward and kissed her gently on the temple. “Take care, Hanna.”
    Hanna fell apart. She screamed at them both, telling them she hoped they rotted in hell while she threw anything she could reach their way. They hustled out with the bags and slammed the door after them. Hanna sobbed and fell to the floor, feeling like an earthen jar smashed to pieces.
     
    *
    Damian was prompt in arriving at Hanna’s place to pick her up at five AM the next morning. He told himself he expected some dramatics but she was quiet, and dressed as exquisitely as he’d desired. He opened the door to help her into the passenger side, before filling the trunk with her luggage.
    “Glad to see your boyfriend let you leave without incident,” Damian commented with a sidelong glance at her. “And thank you for being ready on time. We have a long drive ahead of us.”
    Hanna made no comment, which made him feel curious about her, sensing a strangeness in her behaviour. During the ride, he noticed how distracted she seemed. Beneath the carefully applied make up, it looked like she was trying her best to hold herself together.
    Something didn’t sit right with him. Before he knew what he was doing, he rapped out, “Are you okay? Did someone hurt you?”
    She sent him a cool glare but he was used to that. What he wasn’t used to was seeing her look so cold and almost devoid of bounce. She was always full of spirit no matter his bossy antics. Now the spirit was replaced with freezing disdain as she turned to him.
    “Mr. Rush, I believe my personal life is no concern of yours.”
    Damian was perceptive enough to feel not just her anger, but a sense of injustice rolling off her tongue. Somehow, he knew it was directed totally at him. If for some reason her boyfriend had turned out to be upset about the business trip after all, Damian was sure the man would get over it.
    He didn’t say another word until they arrived at their destination and were registered at their hotel. The bell hop carried their bags to their suite and both Damian and Hanna followed in the guest lifts.
    Before she could finally walk off to her own room without a word, he found himself gripping her arm and turning her sharply to face him. “We have to meet with a client in a couple of hours and you look out of sorts. Since you don’t wish to discuss what’s troubling you, would you at least ensure you look presentable before our client arrives.”
    “But of course, Mr. Rush,” she replied with more sarcasm than he cared