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under her breasts, once again drawing his gaze to where it didn’t belong. “ I don ’t believe you.”
    He glanced up. His lips tightened. “That seems to be our pattern. I tell you something, you call me a liar.”
    She grabbed her purse and pulled out the conference agenda. “You’re not in here. I’m sure of it. I would have noticed if your name had been on the list of agents attending the conference.” She thumbed through to a chart showing which agents were taking pitches and what they were searching for.
    “Are you sure about that?” he asked, leaning back in his chair.
    She glanced up at him. “Of course, I’m sure. I wouldn’t have come to a conference you were attending.” He refrained from telling her that the only reason he’d decided to attend was because her brother had mentioned in an email that she was attending. Then he’d casually replied he was attending the same conference. That’s when her brother called him, and they’d hatched their scheme for Ian to earn her forgiveness. Finally.
    He pointed at a name. One that was highlighted in pink. “This must be an agent you really want to meet.”
    She jerked the agenda away from his view. “Not necessarily. He’s just one who is taking pitches at the conference. Why haven’t I heard of you?”
    He glanced around the room. Was anyone listening to their conversation? He lowered his voice. “ I don ’t agent under my real name. Like I said, I wanted to be successful on my own.”
    She stilled like a child who’s just seen the boogeyman. Her eyes widened. She glanced down at her chart. “What name do you use?”
    “I. Hartley. My mom’s maiden name.”
    “You’re—”
    He placed a finger on her lips. “Yes.”
    She moved his finger. “You’re this I. Hartley?” she whispered.
    He nodded. Leaned in. “So you have heard of me? I’m not just another agent taking pitches at this conference?”
    She stared at him. “My brother told me on the way to the airport I should try to pitch to you. That you are the agent of his favorite author.”
    “That’s not a lie. He told me the same thing.” The waitress set their drinks down and left.
    “So my brother knows you are I. Hartley.” The whisper was gone, in its place a cold, hard accusatory tone. As if someone’s head was about to be chopped off.
    He nodded and then sipped his drink.
    “I can’t believe you guys are still friends. Still scheming up ways to annoy me. If I were him, I would have, at the very least, made you do something hideous before I would even contemplate forgiving you.”
    Her words cut deep, but he smiled like they didn’t. “Vengeful wench.”
    “I didn’t used to be.”
    His pride told him not to even try. She wasn’t the forgiving sort. And he wasn’t the explaining sort—especially if never asked. And, unlike her brother, she’d never asked. “Tell me about your book. Pitch it to me now.” Kinley had taken Stacy’s version as gospel and never asked him for his. At least her brother trusted him enough to know there was more to the story. Although he hadn’t told her brother the whole truth. He couldn’t. The truth would have hurt Kinley.
    Kinley gulped half of her drink. “I’m not ready.”
    He took a sip of his, enjoying the burning sensation as it went down. “You’ve written it, haven’t you?”
    “Why would I pitch a book I haven’t finished?”
    “Then tell me in a conversation what your book’s about.”
    She folded her hands neatly in her lap. “Why? So you can pretend you’re interested and then tell me no, because I just told you that’s the sort of thing I’d do to you?”
    He sighed. “ I don ’t have a reason to hate you. I wouldn’t do something so petty. Tell me about your book.”
    “I’m not petty. Just loyal to my brother. And damn it, you hurt him. You hurt my family. You hurt…us.”
    He rubbed his jaw. “I have a confession.”
    “This should be interesting. Are you going to finally admit that the truth