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“Why, Ms. Prescott,” I crooned in a light tone. “Were you Googling me over the weekend?”
A small laugh escaped her throat, and my god, the things that sound did to me.
I wished I didn’t have the same reaction to her.
I wasn’tsupposedto have the same reaction to her.
But there was no denying the way every inch of me sparked to life whenever she was near.
“And if I was?” she threw back at me.
“Then I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t flattered by the prospect that I intrigue you.”
“I’d be lying if I said you didn’t. But I’m not interested in Gideon Saint, the venture capitalist.”
“Oh no?”
“No. I want to know who youreallyare.”
I stole a glance at her, keeping my expression as even as possible. “Who Ireallyam?”
“Exactly. Things I can’t find online. Like what was your first word? Or your favorite sport growing up? What made you interested in…venture capitalist-ing?”
I chuckled at the confusion on her face, her nose wrinkling.
“Or what’s your favorite guilty pleasure? Who was your first love?” She hesitated, stealing a glance my way. “How you were able to snap a man’s neck and not get a single scratch,” she added, somewhat cautiously.
“Does knowing I’ve taken a life scare you?”
She paused in her tracks and faced me. Ollie used the break to his advantage, trotting a few feet away to sniff a flip-flop that had been left on the sand.
“ShouldI be scared of you?”
“Yes.” My response came without a moment’s hesitation. She should have been scared of me. Iwantedher to be scared of me.
But she didn’t look at me like she was scared of me.
Quite the opposite.
“Is that right?” She tilted her head back, her eyes locking with mine.
“I meant what I said the other night.” I swallowed hard as she inched toward me, our bodies almost touching.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. My pulse shouldn’t have been racing. My erection shouldn’t have been straining against my pants. My mind shouldn’t have been fantasizing about crushing my lips against hers.
But as she drew closer, all I could think about was whether she still tasted of sugar, vanilla, and something uniquely Imogene.
“I’m not a hero,” I reminded her in a husky voice.
“I know what you said. But that still doesn’t change the fact that you don’t scare me. I can see you for what you really are.”
“And what’s that?” My mouth inched toward hers of its own volition.
“You’re…”
“Yes?” Raw hunger expanded inside me as I drifted my gaze over her features in a heated caress.
I went into this plan with the intention of getting close to Imogene. After all, I wanted Liam to know how it felt to lose everything important to him, Imogene included.
