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He let out a low, rumbly chuckle that was all warmth and approval. “It’s good to see you haven’t changed, Addison.”
“I’m glad you feel that way. Now, back to the event you wish to throw, I’m assuming it’s corporate,” I prodded, desperate to get back on professional ground.
“Typically, it would be. Not this time.” He sipped at his coffee, watching me so damn intently it made my nape prickle.
Dax could focus on you with the intensity of a leopard; concentrate on you with his eyes, ears, and very being. Like nothing else could possibly hold his attention at that moment. It was a heady thing. It was also nerve-wracking.
He’d always pinned me with that same focus when moving in and out of me.
I’m going to fuck you so hard, Addison. Harder than anyone else will ever take you.
He hadn’t bullshitted me on that score.
“This specific event”—Dax rested his mug on the armrest once more—“will be a wedding.”
The words punched the breath from my lungs and made the bottom drop out of my stomach. “Wedding?” I echoed, glad my voice sounded even.
“Yes. Whether I’ll definitely be going ahead with it, however, will depend on a few things.”
I inhaled deeply, determined to ignore the twinge in my chest. “Such as?”
“Mainly … on whether or not you’re a woman of your word.”
I blinked. “I’m sorry?”
“We once made a pact, didn’t we? We swore that if we were both single when you turned thirty, we’d marry each other. Your thirtieth birthday is in a week’s time. You’re unattached. So am I.” He gave a loose shrug. “The time has almost arrived for us to honor the pact. I’m prepared to do so. The question is: Are you?”
Chapter Three
Uh … what?
A surprised laugh almost bubbled out of me. He had to be kidding. He had to be. But … the gaze that was locked on mine held no humor, only an intense resolve.
Clutching my tablet, I openly stared at him, my heart pounding a little too fast. I felt planted to my chair by shock, unable to move. Thoughts were gushing around my brain too fast for me to process.
He didn’t push for a response; he simply sat there taking leisurely swigs of his drink, his incredible eyes never leaving me.
I hadn’t once considered that his purpose in asking me to come here was to discuss our fallback pact. Not once. I mean, we’d laughedabout it back then. Okay, so it was more thathe’dlet out a low chuckle whileI’dlaughed, but still.
It had been something I’d proposed on a whim after hearing of a couple who’d acted on such a promise. I’d thought it was cute, thought it would be funny to suggest he and I do the same … not expecting him to do anything other than snort. Instead, he’d agreed. But I hadn’t believed he truly meant it.
I licked my lips. “Dax, we were just joking around back then.”
“I wasn’t,” he claimed before taking another easy sip of his drink.
“You can’t be serious.” The words came out on a whisper.
“Why not?”
My gaze bounced around the room. “Is this … If you’re helping someone Punk me right now—”
“This is no prank, no game.” He very slowly cocked his head as he studied me intently. “You didn’t think I’d remember our pact?”
“No. Nor did I think you’d taken it seriously.”
A faint line dented his brow. “I would never enter into any pact lightly.”
I threw him an impatient look. “Dax, be real. This wasn’t a harmless ‘we swear we’ll be BFFs forever’ promise or something like that. We’re talking holy matrimony here.”
