BILLIONAIRE'S LIES

hat would he say, how would he bring it up without sounding completely crazy? "Oh, by the way, were you the little girl

see if she remembered. Maybe she didn't. Maybe it was just a coincidence, and Sa

at if

f his reverie. It was

orrow? I've been cra

fingers hovering over the screen

. Meet at the s

came almos

Perfect. C

orrow, he would know. Tomorrow he would ask her-carefully, casually-a

what then? Would it cha

rl from his past, the one who had stood up for him when nobody else

was keeping going over ways to bring it up, but nothing seemed quite right to him. He didn't want to freak her out, not to menti

ppearance of Sabrina. He spied her smile to illuminate the dimly lit room. She looked utterly gorgeous in that simple yet elegant black dress that seemed t

ng to indicate her direction as sh

ge combination of excitement and nervous

sitting across from him. "You'r

words with which they were so well acquainted. Only, though, from time to time his though

one of the lulls that fell betwe

tly, "do you ever think about your childhood? Lik

ws furrowing slightly in wary in

ing. "Do you remember. ever living

d for a little while but I met lots of boys when I was young. But

y? From your preschool days? A boy who was. w

ath and widened her eyes by a little. "

rward, his voice l

I thin

putting into them. Her interest was piqued and she edged forward c

efore answering, his smile was st

little bewildered but no

had asked her about growing up in a way which sounded curiously intimate. Ben had always been somewh

en it

further closed off he became, the greater her temptation was to put her plan into action. After all, the objectiv

ike the sort of man who'd let love soften his head; thus, he wouldn't take anything from her that he wasn't getting elsew

tients" who pretended to need consultation from Benedict. They were her friends or even hired actors, people who helped her create excuses to ru

didn't s

. It was an astute move-she'd be stuck around Benedict plenty but never appear too obviously desperate. He'd have no reason to suspect ult

e in his demeanor. It was sublet, but Sabrina saw the difference. He stopped reaching out to her first. He made an effort not to spend to

t help but

ion, Sabrina waited until Benedict's shift was over

thinking, since we've been working together on the charity eve

before he looked away. "I don't think I can tonight, Sabrina," he

a fraction of a second. "Of c

, voice noncomm

plan. She'd expected Benedict to be cautious, maybe a little slow to open up, but th

e thought about the day he had asked her about her childhood, about the boy from preschool.

me the