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this."
    "You have two minutes."
    He exhaled loudly. "I like you, Freya, more than anyone I've met in a long time. I suppose that I'm guilty of wanting our relationship to work. I thought if I could show you that I care by taking you to restaurants that you love, by wanting the same things that you want, that it would help us get closer, and maybe lead us to more."
    "Wait a minute. Are you saying you said all that bullshit because you thought I wanted to hear it?"
    He nodded. "I thought if you knew that I was on the same page, then maybe—"
    "Maybe I'd like you more?" she finished for him incredulously.
    "I guess that could be it," he agreed reluctantly.
    "But what would give you the idea that I wanted children so badly? I've never brought up the subject."
    "I can't say where I heard that," he said carefully.
    She studied him, wondering what that meant. It sounded like he was saying he got it from a source. But what source? They didn't know the same people.
    Besides, who'd want to sabotage Connor?
    A dark suspicion began to form in the back of her mind. There was only person with a huge vested interest in her personal life. Eyes narrowed, she looked up at the roof. He wouldn't .
    "I'm really sorry, Freya."
    She returned her attention to Connor, who looked miserable standing before her. He never stood a chance against Greg's conniving. Greg was devious by nature—he was a lawyer, after all. Once Greg wrapped Connor in his web, Connor was pretty much toast. "I understand, but under the circumstances we should postpone our date."
    "Postpone?" Hope lit his face. "Does that mean you're still willing to see me?"
    "I don't know. I have to think about it." She looked him in the eye. "I'm disappointed this happened, but you're not the one I'm really angry with. As soon as you leave, I'm going to have a little talk with your informant."
    "Don't be too harsh." He picked up his coat. "Love makes us do crazy things."
    "Right," she said with a caustic arching of her brows. "I'll walk you out."
    Connor kissed her delicately on her cheek and said he'd call her in the morning. She barely managed to nod and smile before she pushed him on his way.
    Before she confronted Greg she needed to get herself together. Her mind was a jumble of thoughts butting against each other. She doubted she'd make any sense in the state she was in, and she had to be coherent when she went up against him. If she didn't have her arguments defined, he'd just turn her words around to suit his purposes.
    That wasn't even taking into account the hold he had over her body. One kiss and she'd break.
    Which meant she had to fortify herself.
    How? She shook her head and trudged back upstairs. She had no idea.
    Pacing her living room, she tried to give Greg the benefit of the doubt, but Connor got the information from somewhere. Who other than Greg? He'd said he'd do anything to make her his. At the time that had seemed sweet, but now it made her want to gag.
    By giving Connor false information about her likes and dislikes he ensured that she'd be reluctant to go out with Connor. It was working too. How much longer would she have been willing to endure one restaurant she hated after another before she stopped seeing him?
    How could he do something like this? She rubbed her forehead, trying to figure it out, but all she could come up with was that it was all a game to him.
    She growled, picking up a pillow and hurling it across the room. God, she was so na•ve. Not only was she na•ve, but she was an idiot. Only an idiot would fall in love with someone who was so unscrupulous and still want him.

 
Chapter Twenty-seven
     
     
    It was the first time all week that Freya wasn't going to be spending the evening with him.
    Greg didn't like it at all.
    It wasn't that she just wasn't going to be with him. She was her own person—he understood that she had friends to see and obligations to meet. It was one thing if she was not going to be with him because of work or one of her classes.
    But tonight she was going out with Connor.
    He looked at the text Anna had sent him and felt powerless. He wanted to disrupt their date, but he couldn't. It was wrong, no matter what Anna thought. He'd told her to stay out of it but who knew what she'd do.
    The little brat. She knew telling him about Connor would drive him insane.
    He needed to do something physical. A run, to be exact.
    Going into his bedroom, he changed into a pair of Nike shorts and an old tee shirt. He went through