Harley almost choked on the sip of tea she'd just taken. It was an effort not to laugh in the stranger's face. After taking a moment to calm down, she responded quietly. "I call bollocks on that mister. I know every photographer and journalist east of the Hudson. You're lying through your teeth, but you get points for the flattery." She smiled then, really smiled. She would bet all she owned that he'd never seen a single one of her photos. The thought made her smile even wider and shake her head in disbelief. "Now you want to tell me why you're really following me? Did Jackson send you? I already told his other buddies that I won't take him back."