Tycoon Takes Revenge. Anna DePalo

monogamous relationship for over forty years.”

      God, she was maddening. She’d just compared him unfavorably to a plastic doll’s main squeeze.

      He wondered again why he still found her pulse-poundingly attractive. Sick. He was sick.

      “As unpleasant as it is for the both of us, we need to talk and I suggest we do it in private—unless you want our public bloodletting to continue?” He took her elbow again.

      She looked around. “I’ll scream.”

      Aside from the two of them, no one was in the hallway yet. They were some distance from the room where the press conference had been held, and probably most of the journalists were still gathering their equipment. Still, Noah knew that Kayla could make herself heard.

      “I wouldn’t advise it,” he said dryly. “Not unless you want another newspaper headline about us, and I doubt that.”

      She opened her mouth.

      “Think about it,” he said forcefully. “Our names conjoined in ink. Again. Forever.”