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He might be sitting there, munching on a cookie, sipping his coffee, but in my mind, he’s on his feet, backing me into a corner. His eyes glitter with predatory delight, and in that moment, he looks so much like Liam that, if I had my gun, I might put a bullet through one of those brown eyes, and it wouldn’t be an accident.
Two choices. Retreat or stand firm.
I am done retreating.
My voice low, I say, “How long have you known?”
“How long have I known you aren’t CeCe Turner?” He reaches for another cookie. “Since the moment I saw you.”
“Yet you did nothing.”
A one-shouldered shrug. “I didn’t owe Maeve anything. The old bat was a bitch to me. Ran me off when she started looking for CeCe. Didn’t think I was good enough for her grandbaby.”
“You proved her wrong, didn’t you?”
He pauses, cookie to his lips. Ah, he doesn’t know who Daisy is? I have the advantage, sir.
And the moment I think that, his lips quirk in a grin. “So you figured it out, too. Innocent little Daisy isn’t so innocent after all.”
“She told you who she really is.”
“Told me?” His brows shoot up. “You really do think I’m that oblivious. I saw through both of your charades.”
“She doesn’t know that you know?”
That languid shrug again. “It didn’t seem useful.”
I meet his gaze. “So what does seem useful to you?”
He smiles. “Framing her for murder.”
