“Are you all right?” he asked.

“I…I have about four times the normal amount of traffic to my website and…almost everyone was searching for information about the two of us.” She looked back down at the article in the paper. “I…wow.”

“That is the kind of press you need.”

“And I got it at the kind of event you said was beneath me,” she said, feeling the need to point it out because his superior tone grated.

“It helped that you were keeping the proper company.”

That rendered her speechless for a full three seconds. “Your ego really is staggering,” she managed to say.

“I fail to see how acknowledging my appeal to the media is evidence of my ego.”

“Hmm.”

“You disagree?”

She couldn’t deny that she never would have gotten such a prominent feature in the society pages if it weren’t for him. She couldn’t deny that Blaise’s aristocratic heritage, his reputation for being completely ruthless and his status as a first rate womanizer, and the fact that she was with him, were probably the key elements to the fact that there was any interest in her attendance at the party. But she didn’t have to like it. And she could still think he had a big ego. Because he did. Any man who could callously walk off with his brother’s intended bride and then, after the damage had been done, abandon her as well, was hardly a man of humility.

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