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maneuvered everyone out of earshot from the rest of the customers.
    Kessen smiled, thinking he was kidding, but he looked as serious as could be.
    “You’re joking right?” she pleaded. “Who asks someone if their teeth are real? That’s like asking a woman if her b—”She stopped short and reddened. Christian let out a bark of laughter.
    “What was that, love?” His deep laugh openly mocked her.
    “I want my coffee.” She pulled off her sunglasses and crossed her arms.
    Christian gazed at her briefly, and then turned to grab the coffee abruptly, breaking all eye contact.
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    It was so much worse than he could have possibly imagined. Bright green eyes searched his when she pulled off her sunglasses. Pictures had not done the girl justice whatsoever. Long platinum blonde hair gave her the stereotypical look of an American heiress, but those eyes. Her eyes were brilliant. If only he could get her to keep her mouth shut, lest he become entangled in another argument in front of customers. What in the blazes was wrong with him? How unprofessional could a person get? Especially one raised to be a duke! Luck had not been on his side this week. He could only hope his father wouldn’t catch wind of the Marquess getting into it with a beautiful blonde customer at one of the local stores.
    Christian put the lid on her coffee and handed it to her. She appeared to be about twenty-five, though he couldn't really tell. She certainly had enough spirit to set the room on fire. He struggled to regain his composure.
    Duncan cleared his throat. “Is your eye color real, too?”
    Christian had never been so irritated. Duncan was having the time of his life. Of course he would bring her here and dangle her like a carrot. He knew Christian’s reputation with women. It was a challenge; that’s what it was. Duncan was flaunting the daughter of Lord Newberry like a lamb to the slaughter. Christian would not fall for it, not in a million years. So what if he was a playboy? That had been years ago. His reality was a somewhat broken heart after this week. It didn’t help that in his current state, he could see himself causing the irritating woman physical harm.
    Apparently the American princess had had enough. Her eyebrows furrowed in the most irresistible way as she clenched her fists. “All of me is real!” she whisper-yelled, but not before Christian and Duncan along with the rest of the store burst out into laughter.
    “I can't believe I just said that.” She hid her head in her hands. “Can I claim temporary insanity? I took sleeping meds on my flight.”
    “I’m sure you did,” Christian said, not taking his eyes off hers. “Drink your coffee. You're right. You really do need it.”
    He put out his hand to introduce himself. “I’m the Marketing VP for the London operation.”
    She smiled tensely. “Of course you are.” Then glancing at Duncan, “You'll pay for your many sins, Duncan Dickerson.”
    That got a laugh out of everyone again. If Christian wasn't already so put off by Americans and women in general, he might actually like this one.
    Duncan put a hand to his chest. “Me? Oh, I was just having a bit of fun. It was good for you to meet Christian. Would you like me to take you to your home now?”
    “Home?” she asked, looking between them. “I have a house?”
    “She doesn’t know?” Christian asked Duncan.
    Duncan shrugged his shoulders. “I doubt her father told her everything.”
    At this Christian smiled. “My lady.” He bent to kiss her hand before she had adequate time to pull it back.
    “I don’t like your tone,” she said in a low voice.
    Christian ignored her sarcasm. “You will be staying with your grandmother, at her house, which is actually your father’s house; it’s been around for generations.”
    She rolled her eyes. “So I’ve been told.”
    “We truly do have a rich history here in London—”
    She put up her hand to silence him. “If you sing ‘God Save the Queen,’