Chapter 87

Vivian felt she needed to make it clear to Kingston that she wasn't the kind of woman who would try to seduce an ex-fiance she had once chosen to walk away from. She wouldn't do something that reckless. "Mr. Howard, a joke is a joke. My taste in men may be bad, but my character is not," Vivian said. "I'm not going to cling to you just because I went through a failed relationship, so you can relax." He didn't need to keep "joking" like this just to warn her off. She looked up at his face, her expression turning serious. Kingston narrowed his eyes. The easy elegance about him drained away, replaced by a cold, sharp edge. "Ms. Hartwell, your taste isn't just bad," he said. "You were blind." Vivian didn't bother figuring out where his anger was coming from. She was hurt to be personally attacked again. That was really too much. She pressed her lips together, not sure how to argue back, her cheeks puffing slightly. Kingston glanced down at her, then turned and walked toward the ho