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ask Jacques if he knew a fur cleaner that could perform magic. Oh, who was she kidding? Magic? He’d need to turn back time.

      She felt someone grab her arm. Looking up in surprise, she saw Kassius, his handsome face grim. He said through gritted teeth, “All right, how much do you want?”

      “How much of what?”

      “Just get in my car.”

      “I don’t need a ride—I’m just going back to the Hôtel de Carillon.”

      “To do what?”

      “Give my boss her fur back and let her yell at me and then fire me.”

      “Sounds like fun.” Lifting a dark eyebrow, he ground out, “Look. It’s obvious you threw yourself in front of my car for a reason. I don’t know why you’re not doing the obvious thing and immediately asking for money, but whatever your game is—”

      “There’s no game!”

      “I can solve your problem. About the coat.”

      Laney sucked in her breath. “You know how to get it fixed? In time for the ball tonight?”

      “Yes.”

      “I would be so grateful!”

      His voice was curt. “Get in.”

      By this time, the cars behind them weren’t just honking, but the drivers were yelling impolite suggestions.

      Kassius held open the passenger door, and she climbed in, still clinging to the ruined, muddy, ripped fur coat. He climbed into the driver’s seat beside her, and without bothering to respond to the furious drivers behind them, he drove off with a low roar of his sleek car’s powerful engine.

      She glanced at him as they drove. “Where are we going?”

      “It’s not far.”

      “My grandma would yell at me if she knew I’d gotten in a car with a stranger,” she said lightly. But part of her was already wondering if she should have refused his offer. The fact that he drove an expensive car didn’t mean he could be trusted—in fact, in her admittedly limited experience, it generally meant the opposite.

      “We’re not strangers. You know my name.”

      “Mr. Black—”

      “Call me Kassius.” He gave her a dark sideways glance. “Though I don’t think Mimi ever introduced us.”

      “All right. Kassius.” The name moved deliciously on her tongue. She licked her lips. “I’m Laney. Laney May Henry.”

      “American?”

      “From New Orleans.”

      His sudden look was so sharp and searching that it bewildered her. She wasn’t accustomed to being noticed by men, and especially not a man like him. She felt Kassius Black’s attention all the way to her toes.

      Her boss had said the man was inscrutable, that he had ice water in his veins. Why was he bothering to help her?

      But she needed his help too badly to ask questions right now. “Thank you for helping me. You’re being very kind.”

      “I’m not kind,” he said in a low voice. He looked at her. “But don’t worry. You won’t lose your job.”

      Her heart lifted to her throat. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone had helped her. Generally she was the one who was responsible for everyone and everything.

      “Thank you,” she repeated, her voice cracking slightly as she looked out the window, blinking rapidly.

      Monaco was a small principality, only two square kilometers, pressed against the Mediterranean Sea on one side, surrounded by France on the other. But as the country had no income tax, wealthy people from all over the world had flocked to become citizens, so it was said that a third of the population were now millionaires. It was famous for its nineteenth-century grand casino, its elegant society and the Grand Prix held every year on the notoriously winding streets.

      “I don’t see how this can possibly be made perfect again,” she said sadly, looking at the ragtag coat in her arms. She looked at him. “Maybe you could come back with me to her suite and explain what happened? If you put in a good word, then the comtesse wouldn’t fire me.”

      His voice was cool as he focused on the road. “Mimi and I are business acquaintances, nothing more. What makes you so sure I’d have influence on her?”

      “Aren’t you in love with her?” Laney blurted out.

      “In love!” His hands clenched on the steering wheel, causing the car to sway slightly on the road. Then he looked at her. “What gave you that idea?”

      Laney realized she’d gotten it by eavesdropping, and her cheeks went hot. She didn’t want to be indiscreet or spread rumors about her boss. Embarrassed, she shrugged, looking out at the pouring rain. “Most men seem to fall in love with her. I just assumed...”

      “You assumed wrong.” He pulled the car abruptly into a spot on the street and parked. “In fact, I’ve been accused of having no heart.”

      “That’s not true.” She smiled at him shyly. “You must have one. Why else would you be helping me?”

      He gave her a darkly inscrutable glance. Without answer, he turned off the engine and got out of the car.

      Laney’s heart pounded as he swiftly strode around the front of the car. He was very tall, at least a foot taller than her, and probably a hundred pounds heavier—a hundred pounds of pure lean muscle. But in spite of his muscle, he moved with almost feline grace beneath his sleek dark suit. Opening her door, he held out his hand.

      She stared at it in consternation, wondering if she dared to put her hand in his when it had caused such a powerful reaction in her before.

      “Fur?” He said impatiently.

      Oh. Blushing, she handed it out to him. He threw the coat casually over his shoulder. It seemed small compared to him. He reached out his hand again. “You.”

      For a moment Laney hesitated. She was afraid to make a fool of herself, and the chance seemed high. When she was nervous, she always blurted out stupid things, and Kassius Black made her very nervous.

      She timidly placed her hand in his and let him help her out. The warmth and strength of his larger hand against hers did all kinds of strange things to her insides. Dropping his hand quickly, she looked up at the Beaux Arts–style building with a frown. “This doesn’t look like a dry cleaner’s.”

      “It’s not. Follow me.”

      She followed him through the doors of a very elegant designer boutique. He handed the old fur to the first salesgirl he saw standing inside. “Here. Get rid of this.”

      “Of course, sir,” she replied serenely.

      “Get rid of it? What are you doing?” Laney cried. “We can’t throw it away!”

      But he was looking at the beautiful, well-dressed salesgirl. “Get us a new coat just like it.”

      “What?” said Laney.

      “Of course, sir,” the girl repeated calmly, and Laney had the sense that her courteous response would have been the same to the request of any wealthy customer, whether it involved tossing a candy wrapper or disposing of a dead body. “We do have one very similar from the same line. The cost is fifty thousand euros.”

      Laney nearly staggered to her knees, but Kassius didn’t blink.

      “We’ll take it to go.”

      Ten minutes later, he was driving her back to the Hôtel de Carillon with the elegantly wrapped new ermine tucked in the trunk, which was confusingly in the front of the car, not the back. Rich people always did some things a little differently, she thought.

      But

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