I’m just some cowboy, not the demented rich guy in the next room—but he knew his face confessed everything.He was Callum...sort of. And the charade was over.As he held up his hands in guilty surrender, his groin agonized with all the pounding blood there. But it was his chest that was paining him the most, as if something were twisting and trying to bend toward her.She was leveling an injured look at him, backing away so that a chasm opened between them. “Damn it, say something. Who are you?”The answer wasn’t as easy as she might’ve been imagining. “I’m Callum...and Adam.”“Stop messing with me.”Last week, when this had all started, he might’ve taken her anger in stride, but he couldn’t now. If she walked out that door, he wasn’t sure what he would do.Yet if she stayed, would that be equally as bad for him?It seemed she’d reached her boiling point, and she headed for the exit.“Don’t go,” he said in his natural voice—no drawl, no pretense. “Please, Leigh.”His last two words kept her in place, her back to him.
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