"Who broke it off?"
"My fiancée broke off our engagement," he says in disbelief.
I light up my cigar.
He sets his jaw. "It’s all her fault."
"Whose fault?"
"Isla’s. She’s the wedding planner who’s been filling my fiancée’s—”
“You mean now ex-fiancée.”
“—ears with feminist crap." His nostrils flare.
I clamp the cigar between my lips and puff on it. Nothing like aCohibato enjoy the evening’s entertainment.
"I take it this Isla is also ugly to look at?"
"Don’t be daft." He frowns down at the screen. "She’s tiny and curvy and has masses of gorgeous hair that flows to her waist. And her eyes…" He shakes his head. "She has these amazing eyes that I could drown in."
"So, you like her?"
"Of course not." He snorts. "Can’t be in the same room as her without one of us picking a fight. She’s aggravating, adamant, and can’t stop running off that mouth of hers. You should have heard her when I refused to attend the first wedding rehearsal.” I open my mouth and he holds up his hand. “This wedding is going to attract a lot of media attention so Isla insisted on three rehearsals to make sure everything is perfect.”
“A wedding you’re going to have to call off, since your fiancée walked out on you,” I remind him.
His forehead crinkles. “There is that, but no matter, the nuptials have to take place... In fact, you should have heard her yell when I refused to attend the first two rehearsals. She almost took my ear off." His lips twitch.
“You mean your ex-fiancée?”
“Eh?” He frowns. “No, I mean Isla. She’s a dragon when it comes to arrangements. And when she gets angry, the tip of her nose turns red, and this cute furrow develops between her eyebrows.” He touches the space between his own.
"So, I take it you do like her."
He wipes the smile from his face. "Didn’t you hear me, Kane? Isla’s the most annoying person I’ve ever met. She puts my teeth on edge. Something about her makes me want to—"
"Kiss her?"
He stares at me like I’ve gone crazy, which I may have. Blame it on the fact that I’m a reformed person, happily in love with a woman who lights up my life every time I see her. You know that old adage about people who get married wanting to find a spouse for all their single friends? It’s true, and it extends to business acquaintances, too.
"—shake her so I can knock some sense into her." His gaze narrows. "In fact, that’s what I’m going to do right now."
He slides the phone into his pocket, places his cigar in the ashtray, and rises to his feet.
"Where are you going?"
His eyes gleam. "To make her pay for this."
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Liam
"Where is she?"
The receptionist gazes at me cow-eyed. Her lips move, but no words emerge. She clears her throat, glances sideways at the door to the side and behind her, then back at me.