‘Spare me your protestations of innocence.’ He waved a disparaging hand. ‘I have no interest in them.’
‘Even if they’re the truth?’ Indignation sizzled at his presumption of her guilt.
His gaze bored into her, like sharpened steel against her soft flesh. ‘I accept you are many things, but don’t tax my credulity by pretending innocent is one of them.’
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