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Philip set his jaw firmly, causing his thick lips to protrude. ''What is this? Are you going to quiz me like the cops?" |
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Abby held up a hand. "Of course not." But she noticed he hadn't answered the question. She glanced about, suddenly uneasy. At least they were in a restaurant with other people around. She would not want to be alone with this man. Philip's aura of rage was reflected in the flashing fury in his small, dark eyes even now, when he was sitting and sipping a drink. |
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Though her special sense still sent her no warning, Abby feared this man. |
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Philip leaned toward her. "You better watch out for Danziger, lady. Before they were married, he forced my sister to sign a prenup." |
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Abby blinked. "What's that?" |
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He looked at her as though she were stupid. "A prenuptial agreement. You know, a paper that said she couldn't claim any interest in Arlen's Kitchens if they got divorced, and her heirsother than any kids they had together, which they didn'tcouldn't touch the company if she died. Well, she did die, thanks to him." |
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Abby tried to ask what had happened to his sister, but he continued without letting her speak. |
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"That meant Danziger even got to keep her part of the community property. He shouldn't be allowed to profit from killing her. But I was just at my damned lawyer's office, and he says it'd be a waste of his time and my money to contest it. |
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