David Camden had played her for a fool.

      “I have nothing to say to you,” she told him.

      “Let me explain,” David said.

      “Explain? You lied to me.”

      “I did no such thing,” David said.

      “First, you let me believe you were homeless and now—” she gestured toward his large portfolio “—you gave a lie of omission.”

      “Did I?” he asked.

      He’d arrived at the community care clinic with Jeremy in his arms. She’d just assumed…

      Embarrassed, Spring glanced at the floor. “I’ve been…” she started, then looked up to meet his gaze. She’d made a major error in judgment, maybe in an attempt to quell the almost immediate attraction she’d had toward him. An attraction that was overwhelming.

      “I made some assumptions,” she told him. “I’m sorry, David.”

      He sighed, the anger seeming to drain from him.“I didn’t mean to lose my temper with you,” he said. He nodded toward the room they’d recently vacated. “I wasn’t prepared for that type of reception.”

      “You should have. You’re here to steal my land.”