Christian’s smile faltered slightly.

“So, you mean to say that only Michael McGregor will have your heart?” he said. “No one else?”

“Who even said that I’m in love with him? He’s just my friend and nothing more,” Camille said flatly. “I love him, yes, but not romantically. He’s a precious person to me.”

Christian suddenly let out a hollow laugh.

She looked at him warily. “What’s so funny?”

He shook his head and let go of her chin. “Nothing. I just find it amusing, the way you keep lying even to yourself.”

That ruffled her feathers a bit. “What the hell are you talking about?”

He raised an eyebrow....