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Xavier remained completely indifferent to her whispered explanation, his profile as cold and unyielding as a marble statue. Beside her, Liam Martin had seen her discreet tug and heard the soft, pleading tone of her voice. Under the table, his own hands clenched into white-knuckled fists. A sharp, rhythmic ache pulsed in his chest. I am sitting right next to her, he thought