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In the silence that follows, Abby watches me with a frown on her face.
"You don’t have to look so scared; I’m not going to bite you."Not unless you ask me to, that is.Not that I’m going to say that aloud to her… Yet.
She firms her jaw. "I’m not scared."
"Oh?" I walk over and drop into the settee. "So, why don’t you sit down and tell me what your plan is?" I pat the seat next to me.
She hesitates, then walks over and sits down in the chair opposite me.
I smirk. She scowls.
"We need something extraordinary to convince the reporters that an incident like that will not happen again."
"Good luck with that." I scratch my jaw. "This isn’t my first time making headlines, thanks to a bar room brawl."
"You say that with pride."
I raise a shoulder. "I am a sportsman. I have an abundance of testosterone in my blood. Sometimes I need to blow it off—"
"By engaging in a bar fight?" She scoffs.
"I am not going to apologize for what I did."
Her gaze narrows. "Already, the press is having a field day with this fight and—" Her phone buzzes. She glances at the screen, then pales.
"What is it."
She shakes her head. "Nothing."
"Don’t lie to me."
"I’m not, I—"
I reach over the coffee table between us and snatch the phone out of her hand.
The headlines of a popular tabloid declare:
Who’s the mysterious beauty whose virtue Cade 'The King' Kingston defended by getting into a bar-fight at a popular night spot in Soho?
Accompanying it is a picture that captures me in profile, swinging at the stranger. Only the back of Abby’s head is in one corner of the picture. The quality of the entire shot is grainy.
"No one can tell it’s you,” I reassure her.
She nods.
"I won’t let any of them get away with talking trash about you."
She flips her hair over her shoulder. "What are you going to do? Pick a fight with all of them?"
"If I have to."
She stares, then cracks a smile. "That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve heard. And it will only make things worse."
"I could, of course, use the resources at my disposal to buy all of them off," I say slowly.
"And how would that look, if it got out?"
"It won’t."
