Instantly beyond furious and feeling absolutely gullible, Christain’s first thought was that she’d duped him. This was, as he had initially suspected, an elaborate ploy to make him believe some other guy’s kid was his, and he’d caught her red-handed. How was she going to explain this guy away?
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He turned to face her, ready to give it to her with both barrels, when the annoyed—not guilty, not defensive, not even scared—expression on her face gave him pause.
“You’re eating my Frostees!” Cami screeched, and Cal dropped his spoon guiltily.
“It was just a taste, I swear, hon. You know I’d never eat too much of the stuff; it’s hugely calorific. Well, hello.” His gaze drifted behind her, and Cami became aware of the man standing so close by.
“Cal, this is Christain Greys, my ex-boss. Mr.
