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“With you? That’d be fun.”
We start our next dance, and halfway through, another interruption sounds over my shoulder.
“Cade!” It’s Stacey Evans. I know it before I turn around.
“Hey!” The quick hug I give her is legit. “You look amazing.”
“You look like another magazine cover.”
We fawn over each other while Gentry fumes over Stacey’s shoulder. Oh, the questions that must trouble his pathetic mind. Lemme give him some more.
“Let’s grab that coffee,” I suggest. “This Tuesday morning. Sound good?”
“Perfect,” she says. “I finish yoga by ten. So ten thirty at C’est Bon?”
“Stacey, don’t you have a prior engagement that morning?” Gentry’s words pour hot tar over our plans. “You need to stay home for the painters.”
Stacey rolls her eyes. “They’re not scheduled to start until Wednesday.”
“I moved them to Tuesday,” Gentry lies, and now the games begin.
How can he block my access to his wife without betraying his guilt?
Stacey glances back at me. “Sorry, we’re doing a quick house refresh before our New Year’s Eve party.” Her eyes light up. “You should come. You and…”
She looks up at Silas, and I swear this woman’s so lonely she’s dropping her panties for him, too.
“Stacey, this is Silas.”
I don’t know which last name to use for him, so I don’t say either.
“Silas?” Gentry steps closer like a cat over a koi pond. “Like ‘Silas Van de May,’ son of Earl and June? You were just speaking to them.”
Fuck, that cat didn’t stay in the bag long. Then again, it’s Gentry’s corrupt prerogative to know the most powerful families, and though Silas uses another last name, the public record of his lineage is crucial to those in the know.
“Yes.” Silas doesn’t offer more.
“Well,”—Gentry licks his lips—“my lovely wife is always right. You two come to our New Year’s Eve party and bring your parents if you like.”
Gentry’s shameless. No, desperate. He knows damn well that I’m after him, but he’s too money hungry to avoid an opportunity to have the wealthiest donors in his home.
“We’ll see.” I wrap my arm around Silas’s waist, feeling his abs tense at my first touch. “We may stay in and cuddle to New Year’s Rockin’ Eve and have a private celebration.”
Stacey’s eyebrows dance, Gentry smirks, and Silas kisses my cheek. “I’ll toast to that.”
He kissed my cheek.
The heat of his lips thrills my flesh even after they’re gone. It heats my core, tingling my fingers but scaring my heart.
What am I doing?
I’m this close to Gentry, my enemy. I’m starting to adore his wife, Stacey. I’m making romantic plans with Silas. His billionaire parents just invited me to their home.
And all the while, like destiny wants to bake more fuckery into the layered shitcake of my life, the crowd parts, and Redix is looking right at me.
At me holding Silas, a man I want to love.
At me smiling at Gentry, a man I want to kill.
