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Chapter Twenty

Julian was standing just inside the French doors at the far end of the ballroom when Portia gently turned to look. He was dressed entirely in black. He was dressed in tall leather boots, a black shirt with a classy fall of midnight lace at the collar and cuffs, and black breeches. Never before did he appear more like a prince of the night.

He added, his icy, mocking stare sweeping over her like a very beautiful but deadly blade, "Had I known Miss Cabot was going to deliver one of her impassioned speeches on the sentimental nature of true love, I would have tucked an extra handkerchief in my pocket."

Valentine laughed bitterly before Portia could realize how much damage that had done to her heart. "I knew you couldn't be far behind if she was here. The way you follow her around like a stag in a rut is extremely bothersome.

"Angel, don't flatter the chit. You are aware that I trot after the heels of all attractive women, especially yours.

Now that she was starting to wriggle seriously,
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