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My smile is warm. “I know. It’s rude of me. But I did learn from the master.” I shrug, knowing he’ll realize I’m referring to the dinner with my employees at Jameson’s that started this whole thing. He gazes at me in stone-faced silence for a moment, then snaps, “It’s just business. Things you don’t need to be involved in.” I look at him, so obviously upset but unwilling to give me even a clue as to why, and decide to jump right into the deep end of the pool. Holding his angry gaze, I say softly, “I don’t dislike you.” He seems taken aback, but quickly recovers. “You married me for my money.” “Yes. Guess what, asshole? You married me for your money too.” His expression sours. “Not the same thing.” “Oh, really? Explain how.” He clenches his jaw. “Why do you always have to test me? I
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