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Good thing I’ve got steel reinforcements inside my chest. I’m not falling for his charm tonight.
“Hey. What are you doing here?” I ask cautiously. “I thought we were meeting at the restaurant.” I’m a stickler for details, so this little mix-up is leaving me even more disoriented.
“I was thinking we could drive together,” he says hopefully.
As he speaks, his eyes are roaming over my body. The heat in his stare ignites my skin. I should be annoyed, but I feel like I’m on fire.
“It might be easier if we drive separately,” I hedge.
His eyebrows lift slightly. “Easier for you to run away from me?”
I quirk a brow of my own. “Were you planning on holding me hostage tonight?”
“If you’re into that sort of thing, I won’t complain.” One corner of his mouth slinks up.
My cheeks flame. He’s breaking all my rules, and we haven’t even left the driveway yet. “Maybe this dinner isn’t such a good idea. We could just meet at a divorce attorney’s office.”
The second I say that, Harry is out of the car. His fingers frantically close around my wrist before I can run off.
“I’m sorry,” he says softly. “I’ll behave. Promise.” He delicately places a single long-stemmed white rose in my hand.
I shouldn’t trust him, but…
I dare to peek into those dark eyes and I fall right in, headfirst. Like always. “Fine.”
I march around his car. I reach for the passenger door, but Harry somehow beats me to it, opening the door for me. I hold his gaze, feeling my suspicion engulf me. No way any man can be this good, this kind, this perfect. Right? No way he can keep up this act in the long haul. Right?
But I don’t get any answers at the moment. When I carefully climb into the seat, he gives me his signature smile and looks so freaking delicious doing it.
Despite myself, I feel an instant throb between my legs, forcing me to press my thighs together. I find myself fighting a smile of my own and twirling that rose around between my fingers.
He closes my door. In a flash, he’s behind the wheel, backing out of my driveway.
Oh, boy. I may have steel reinforcements in my chest. But now I’m thinking I should have worn panties of steel tonight, too.
28
HARRY
It’s nothing short of an act of god that I’m still alive by the time we get seated at our table.
I’m pretty sure I held my breath from the moment Nadia got into my car until we walked into this restaurant a few moments ago.
I knew it was a risky gamble showing up at her house like that, all unplanned and unannounced. The woman hates the unpredictable. I get it—her type-A personality needs stability, and I respect that. But I’m desperate to soak up every second I can get with her.
Driving to and from our dinner date together just gives us more time. And time is something I can’t get enough of when it comes to Nadia. Plus, riding together should help this feellesslike a business meeting, more like something personal.
At least that’s what I’ve been hoping.
I’ve got this whole grand speech in my head, and I’m ready to lay it on her…ready to remind her of all the reasons she opened up to me the night of the gala…the reasons we should be together forever.
But a business meeting is immediately what our dinner turns into.
As soon as we get seated, Nadia gets right down to business, presenting me with paperwork. I should have expected no less. And it’s exactly why I spent the first few days of our marriage avoiding her in the first place.
“I had a third-party draw up the documents we’ll need. Just to be sure it’s done legally and without bias,” is how she starts. She pulls a crisp folder out of her briefcase—the black leather briefcase I was secretly praying was some sort of stylish purse. My heart plummets.
Unfazed by my silence, she flips the folder open, sliding it across the empty table between us.
