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"Let's get moving."

Keiran's already walked out of my restaurant by the time I recover, and Gemma rushes toward me with a guilty look on her face. "I was just joking, I'm sorry." She looks at me nervously. "Did I make your new boyfriend mad?"

"It's fine. He's not mad."

"And the bit about him being your new boyfriend?"

I shake my head, and Gemma's eyes widen. "But the others said—-"

Onesimus suddenly shows up, saying wryly, "He doesn't like to be kept waiting."

Oh, right, crap.

"Text me if there's any emergencies," I call out to Gemma even as I follow behind Keiran's chauffeur in a hurry. Once inside the limo, I turn to Keiran, intent on apologizing for making him wait—-

Gulp.

His handsome face looks as if it's carved from stone.

"You're still in touch with Poorly then."

Poorly?

Who's—-oh.

I clear my throat. "Grant's last name is Porely—-"

"That's not an answer to my question."

Oh, right, um...

I know I have nothing to feel nervous or guilty about, but that's exactly what his cold gray eyes is making me feel.

"He and Dad are business partners."

"Of course."

Is that...innuendo I'm hearing?

"But we're just friends."

"And does he think that, too?"

Keiran's mocking tone throws me off for a loop. Is he accusing me of being a flirt? Or am I allowed to think that Keiran is feelingjealous furiousaffected over hearing Gemma talk about another man?

"Uh..."

"If you need time to think about what to say, then that's all the answer I need."

My eyes widen. "No, that's n-not—-"

Oh.

I'm no longer able to speak when I realize we've already reached our own destination.

Harbour Locke Country Club.

My stunned gaze flies to him, but Keiran's expression reveals nothing.