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Roman tsked. “After all we were to each other, Caroline? Is this how you greet an old friend?”

“I wasn’t aware we were friends,” she said, remembering with a pang the way he’d looked at her that night when she’d informed him they couldn’t see each other anymore. He’d just told her he loved her.

Roman shrugged. “Then we are certainly old acquaintances.”

One eyebrow arched as his gaze slid down to where she clutched the wrap over her breasts. She’d worn a strapless black dress tonight, but she felt as if she were naked under the silk from the way his eyes took their time perusing her. Heat flared in her core. Unwelcome heat.

“Old lovers,” Roman said as his eyes met hers again.