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Keir O'connell's Mistress
Keir O'connell's Mistress

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Keir O'connell's Mistress

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What about that?

She’d been foolish but no question, Keir was to blame for what had happened. Coming on to her, when he was her boss. Maybe he did it all the time. She’d never heard even a hint of gossip but when men who looked like he did—tall, broad-shouldered and altogether gorgeous—they set their own rules.

What was with this damn shoe?

If she never saw Keir again, it would be—

The car jerked to a stop. The doors slid open. She heard someone clear his throat and she almost laughed, thinking what a weird sight she probably made…

“Hello, Cassie.”

She froze. That voice. Male. Deep. A little husky. As removed as if they’d never had that midnight encounter in the garden.

But—but it couldn’t be. Keir was away. He was—

He was here, looking at her with a smile so polite she wanted to slap it away.

“You,” she said, and she knew her loathing for him was in the one word because that polite smile slipped from his face.

“Yeah, that’s right. Me.” He looked at her foot, then at her face. “Having a problem?” he said, his voice tinged with amusement.

“No,” she snapped, “I always stand around like this, with one shoe on and one shoe—”

The car began to move. She hadn’t expected it and she jerked back.

“Careful!”

Keir grabbed for her but Cassie flung out a hand and caught the railing.

“Don’t touch me!”

“No problem.” His voice was cool. “You want to break your neck, be my guest.”

“I’m doing just fine on my own.”

“Oh, yeah. I can see that.” He watched, arms folded, as she tried to pull the shoe free again. “Stop being foolish, Berk. Let me help—or would you rather I put in a call to Maintenance and have them send up a work crew?”

“What? Those idiots? They’re the ones who left this damned piece of wood here in the first place.”

She glared at him, then at her shoe. The truth was, he could probably free it in less time than it would take him to make the call. Besides, if the maintenance guys showed up, they’d have a good laugh and spread the story all over the hotel.

Cassie lifted her chin. “All right.”

“‘Thank you’ might be a more gracious response.” Keir squatted down, grabbed the shoe, yanked it free and rose to his feet. “Here. Next time you decide to wear stilts—”

The car jolted to a stop. Cassie stumbled, yelped, and Keir grabbed her before she could fall.

Grabbed her, so that she was pressed back against him, so that she could feel the warmth of his body, feel the swift hardening of it…

Somebody was laughing.

Keir swung around, still holding her. Cassie’s eyes widened. Two men were standing at the open doors of the elevator, taking in the scene with big grins on their faces.

They looked nothing like Keir or each other…and looked everything like Keir and each other.

Her heart dropped to her toes.

For days, the staff had been talking about the O’Connell clan, all Mary Elizabeth’s daughters and sons, and how they were going to descend on the hotel for the duchess’s wedding to Dan Coyle.

“Your brothers?” Cassie said, even though she already knew the answer.

Keir nodded, his brothers chuckled, and Cassie wondered what the odds were on the bottom falling out of the car so she could simply disappear.

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