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Her brows knit together, and she leans back slightly as if putting distance between us. “Why are you asking me that?”

“Just answer the question, Sloane,” I say, my tone sharper than I intended.

Her lips press into a thin line, and she crosses her arms. “I’m here to discuss business, sir.”

“Answer me damn it, Sloane!” I snap.

She stares at me in disbelief. “What I feel or don’t feel about Jay is no