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I wanted to keep it that way, not overplay my hand just yet.
“Come find me later on,” Alton suggested, making me stop in my tracks. “We’ll discuss how I can make you even richer than you already are.” He raised a glass to his lips and sipped on the amber liquid.
“I prefer not to mix business and pleasure,” I replied so as to not sound too eager.
Even though this was exactly why I didn’t hesitate in accepting Liam’s invitation to come tonight. Becoming part of their world was necessary for me to destroy them.
And that started with Alton Sinclair.
He would be the first domino to fall, setting off a chain reaction that would lead to their downfall.
“Ah, a man with boundaries. I admire that.”
“Otherwise, I’d work all the time.” I reached into the inside pocket of my suit jacket and handed him a business card. “Have your assistant call mine. Maybe we can arrange a meeting this week.”
“I have some business up in San Francisco, but perhaps we can talk at the tournament if you’re going.”
“Tournament?” I cocked a brow, feigning ignorance.
“I host a charity golf tournament every year up in Pebble Beach,” Liam explained. “It benefits a youth program a friend of ours started before he died. He may be gone, but I wanted to do something to honor his memory.”
“That sounds admirable.”
It took every ounce of resolve I had not to tackle Liam to the ground and wrap my hands around his throat. I knew the truth. He didn’t give a shit about honoring my memory.
He was simply using my death for publicity purposes.
“You should join us,” Alton suggested. “We just had a guy in our foursome back out. It’s for a good cause and gets you a tax write off.”
Liam darted him a warning look, but it was obvious Alton was thinking of one thing only. Getting his hands on my money.
It was nice to know some things hadn’t changed.
“I’d be delighted.” My lips curved up in the corners. All the chips were falling into place even better than I’d expected. “Now, if you’ll excuse me.”
I retreated from them and moved through the crowd toward the table where I’d spied Imogene minutes earlier. Luckily, she was still there, Melanie at her side. Despite the hundred or so people here, they seemed to be in their own little world, not caring to interact with any of Liam’s guests, apart from a few polite exchanges.
As I neared them, Melanie gently nudged Imogene. She darted her head in my direction, her eyes locking with mine.
My god, she looked stunning. I noticed her the second I walked onto the patio, but being this close, seeing those red lips part, her chest heaving, I fought to resist the temptation to slam my mouth against hers. Find out if she still tasted like I remembered.
Find out if she still kissed like I remembered.
Throw her against the wall and fuck every last remnant of Liam from her body.
Bonus points if it happened when he was in earshot.
“Ms. Prescott,” I greeted, struggling to keep my eyes locked on hers instead of ogling her body.
“Mr. Saint.”
“Happy birthday.” I curved toward her and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek. Instead of pulling back right away, I lingered, inhaling her delicious scent. Coconut. Pineapple. And fresh air.
Exactly as I remembered.
“You’re stunning,” I murmured, my voice husky and low.
Her shoulders rose and fell, her breathing increasing with every second I remained within a whisper of her.
