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Almost as if he’d known it was for me . . .” Her voice trailed off. He had once promised her he would design a dress for her only, something no other woman would ever wear.
    “Well, don’t you look purty,” Daniel drawled, walking into the room. “Careful, Gigi, or you’ll outshine the bride.”
    “No way. Look at her. Peaches is radiant.”
    The bride-to-be rolled her eyes. “Are you ever going to stop calling me that silly nickname? I am marrying Count Francois Bertrand Gaillard. I’m going to be Countess Constance Gaillard.” She tilted her nose in the air and struck an affected pose.
    Genevieve snatched a pillow off the settee and tossed it at her cousin.
    “You’re Connie Sue Rayburn, Miss Georgia Peach 2004, and you always will be.”
    She ducked as Connie Sue threw the pillow back at her, but her foot caught in the long skirt. She tried to right herself but heard fabric rip.
    “Must you be so careless?” said a deep voice from the doorway.
    Roman stalked across the room. He loomed over her, invading her space.
    She cringed inwardly, caught a subtle whiff of his scent and shrank back.
    Something flashed in his eyes, a storm of emotions rioted through their depths until shutters closed her out. Kept her from looking too closely.
    Hurt?
    He squatted down and sifted through the hem of the blush-colored organza.
    “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to tear this gorgeous dress.”
    He glanced up at her, an inscrutable look on his face. “It can be repaired.”
    He stood up and turned around.
    She glanced at Daniel. He stepped forward, hands clenching into fists, his face red as a stop sign.
    Crap.
    “You’re Roman Duchaine,” Daniel said through gritted teeth, contempt dripping from his voice.
    Oh, no .
    Roman inclined his head. “And you are?”
    Daniel strode forward. “You sonuvabitch.” His fist flew forward, hitting Roman in the jaw.
    Roman’s head snapped back from the force of the punch.
    She froze. Her eyes opened wide. Had he really just punched Roman?
    By the stunned look on his face, Daniel couldn’t believe he’d done it either.
    “What the hell?” Roman yelled.
    Tension filled the room, and she was afraid a fight would escalate. She forced herself between the two angry men, facing Daniel, and backed into Roman.
    His hands gripped her waist, fingers digging into her flesh. A wave of longing swept through her at his touch.
    God help her, she still wanted him.
    Desperately.
    I am so screwed.
    Daniel pushed forward, and she put her hands on his shoulders, lightly rubbing them. “Stop it.”
    He tried to pull from her grasp, but she tightened her grip. “Daniel, look at me. It’s okay.”
    He met her eyes and stepped back. Lifting his arm, he pointed at Roman. “You stay away from her, or you’ll answer to me.”
    “Not a problem. I have no interest in her .” He shoved her aside and stalked across the room, his footsteps echoing in the cavernous ballroom.
    Her heart sank.
    “Crazy Américains . Always think violence is the way to solve things.” He turned to Genevieve but pointed at Daniel. “Does he raise a hand to you? Does he hurt you?”
    She shook her head, bewildered.
    He opened the door but didn’t turn around. “Leave the dress with my assistant, and take care not to further destroy it.”
    She watched him walk out the door, this time closing it quietly.
    “Holy Mary, Mother of God. That hurts! ” Daniel cradled his hand.
    “I cannot believe you just punched him.”
    “Me either. He was here, in person, and I remembered what he did to you, and I got pissed off. I don’t care if he is some big shot designer. No one disses my girl.” He cupped her chin and tilted her face up. “You okay, Sugar?”
    She nodded. “Let’s go get some ice for your hand.”

Chapter 3
    Connie Sue opened the door to the guestroom. “This is your room.”
    Genevieve walked into the small guestroom and looked around at the pale violet walls and elegant furnishings. “I don’t believe it.