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‘Cavelli,’ the uso? People are saying—’

‘Coo’ He began resolutely walking towards the park entrance, and mutely Emma followed

She waited until they were back up in the penthouse apartment and Ava was settled with so roo for answers

‘Larenzo, what on earth was that all about?’

‘The photographer?’ He shrugged out of his suit jacket, not even looking at her as he answered ‘He was a member of the paparazzi I should have known they would realise I was here Until the press dies down, you shouldn’t take Ava out in public’

‘So I’m a prisoner here?’ she de grimly

‘It doesn’t look like a prison to me’

She flushed, realising her poor choice of words ‘You knohat I o crazy if I have to stay in here twenty-four seven’

‘For a few days only These things never last long’

Emma took a deep breath ‘Why does he think you planted the evidence on your business partner?’

Larenzo’s nostrils flared and Emma could see how the skin around his ry, and yet when he spoke his voice was measured and controlled

‘Because he is trying to sell newspapers, and to do that he needs a story Surely you kno these things work, Emma’

She thought of her sister’s phone call thisWhere there’s smoke, there’s fire ‘Is there any truth to that claim, Larenzo?’ she asked quietly

He stared at her for a long, taut ht she saw a flash of hurt in his eyes, quickly veiled

‘What exactly are you accusing me of, Emma?’ he asked