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“I want something, and he hands it over–it’s all right there for the taking. You think your matter that much? If you do, let’s talk when you become Mrs. Holcomb.”

I was like a fighter in battle mode, ready to shoot back a sharp retort at every word Tracy threw at me. Deep down, I still couldn’t help but hate her. Tracy stood rooted to the spot, silently watching me walk away.

It was a little after nine when Nathan called out of the blue. I was at home, going cross–eyed from all the paperwork, and his call felt like a breath of fresh air. “Are you asleep yet?” he

asked, his voice low and smooth.

“Not yet. How about you?” I put my laptop down and stepped out onto the balcony. After staring at my screen for ages, letting my eyes wander outside felt like a treat.

“I’m on my way to Shaville. I’ll be there in about half an hour,” Nathan said. His words made

my heart skip a beat.

“So, what brings you to Shaville?” I asked.

Nathan answered with a smile, “Just here to sign a contract.”

“Oh.”

“Honestly, I just wanted to see you.”

He made me laugh out loud. “Seriously, why are you here?”

“To see you,” Nathan replied, his voice low and intimate. “I came straight over as soon as I

got off work.”

flirting with me, and I couldn’t help but feel

right now? Is it cool if I

Of course, it was–I was all alone here,

If I let him come over now, that seemed to be kind of unfair to him. My head

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hurried downstairs and spotted him outside the gate. He was standing under the streetlight, dressed in a crisp white shirt

trip. Did you get a chance to eat?” I couldn’t help but ask

He looked fresh, not a hint of exhaustion, just clear eyes with a

of excitement.

looked at him, I was suddenly reminded of how Jared used to be. Damn it, back then, we were just as wild and crazy in love–always glued to each other, never tired, just soaking up

me then–Nathan was already lost in this, completely caught up. But me? Part of me was still sober, part of me holding back, and

Nathan said something to his driver, and then followed me toward the part of town where the lights were bright and

to a late–night meal, and for once, he didn’t try to argue about the

he flashed me a grin and joked, “Have you noticed? When married couples eat out, it’s usually

my eyes at him, half teasing,

his head, looking a bit sheepish. “Alright, next

“Okay, so where are you planning