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guy. Enough.
    "Why are you in such a huff? What is it? The super nice hotel you get to stay in for free? You'd rather stay in the crappy airport hotel than here because you had to help me with my bags for two seconds? Thank you so much for your valiant sacrifice. I don't know what I would have done without you."
    "I just flew eight hours across the ocean you know, so excuse me if I'm not up to the usual pleasantries. I'm tired and I want to rest, not follow your sorry ass around, answering to your every whim. At least at the airport hotel, I wouldn't have to play bellboy to every spoiled brat I meet."
    Tali sprang from the bed. How dare he? Her ass was anything but sorry.
    "I am not a spoiled brat you pompous jerk. Just because I like to stay in a nice hotel and read a trashy tabloid magazine once in a while and go shopping doesn't mean I'm spoiled. And for your information, my ass is fabulous, thank you very much. You'd be lucky to have to follow it around all day."
    She stared up at him, furious he would make her sound like a rich bitch. His dark eyes stared back down at her and his cheek dimple was nowhere to be seen with his jaw clenched tight. Damn he was tall when she wasn't in heels. He towered deliciously over her.
    "My mistake," he started, "that sounds perfectly unspoiled."
    He leaned down toward her and she caught another hint of his cologne in the air. The scent infiltrated her senses arousing her despite her anger. "And I'm well aware," he continued, "of how fabulous your ass is. I may be the pilot, but I always know my cargo. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get some sleep."
    "You did not just call my ass fat. My ass is not cargo."
    He smirked and his dimple appeared. She suddenly wanted to lick it. How odd.
    "If the jeans fit, babe." His smirk turned into a full-fledged grin. "Besides, lots of guys like a girl with a little—cargo."
    Tali tried to find words to retort as she stared up at him. She knew she should fight back, but being so close to him, smelling his scent again, her brain malfunctioned. All she could think about were the dark pools staring back at her and the stubble along his jaw that was now thicker than it had been on the plane.
    Stubble that so perfectly outlined his strong jaw, she wondered what it would feel like scratching against the skin of her neck if he were to kiss her at the tender spot behind her ear she loved so much. Was the spiky stubble as scratchy as it looked, or softer?
    She pulled her hand back quickly from where it had been creeping up toward his face like it had a mind of its own. She took a step back from him, bumping into the edge of the bed and falling into a sitting position.
    Her mind cleared now that she wasn't in such close proximity to him and the hurt from his words echoed in her mind. After the last few days of stress and heartache, being called a brat was exactly the last thing she could handle. Defeat settled into her chest, weighing her down until she couldn't get up off the bed if her room were on fire.
    She wasn't a spoiled brat, but a jerk like Gavin would never find out. Maybe Roger thought she was a spoiled brat, too. Well, they could both go to hell.
    Gavin could think whatever he wanted about her. She knew who she was and if he was too ignorant to see the real her, then she wasn't going to bother trying to change his mind. If he thought she was spoiled, she would act spoiled.
    "Just leave. I don't want to keep you from your big plans." She fought back the tears prickling her eyes. She didn't really want to cry again but the last couple of days were too much. The last thing she needed right now was to fight with Gavin. "Think whatever you want to about me, I don't care anymore. Just go."
    Gavin stared at her for a moment as his posture relaxed. He appeared as if he was going to say something, but then decided against it.
    She bit her lip while she waited for him to leave. The tears were on their way and she didn't want to let him see them. No, she