think I need to unwind?â she purred to cover the sudden catch in her throat. Had she tipped him off somehow that she was tense and frantic 24/7?
His slow smile irritated her. How dare he get to her?
âOh, Iâm practicing my mindreading skills,â he told her blithely. âI see that things are rough around here. You canât be happy that word got out about your unreleased formula. Youâre at a unique place in your career where you have millions of dollars and a large number of peopleâs jobs at stake. You want to keep it all together and convince everyone that you have things under control. With me, you donât have to. I get it.â
Something inside crumbled under his assessment. Guess that shield sheâd thought sheâd developed wasnât so effective after all. How was he still so good at reading her?
Now would be a good time for that distance she should have put between them long ago. She unglued herself from the desk and rounded it, an ineffective barrier against the open wounds in her chest but better than nothing. Let him make what he chose out of her move.
âYou canât come in here and throw around pop psychology,â she told him, pleased how calmly she delivered it. âYou donât know anything about me, Gage. Not anymore.â
Arms crossed, he watched her from behind her own desk, still wearing a faint trace of that smile. âYet you didnât say I was wrong.â
She shut her eyes for a beat. Dinner was going to be far more difficult than sheâd anticipated.
If Gage was involved in corporate espionage, catching him in the act was the only way to prove to the others she could lead Fyra through these difficult circumstances. Plus it got rid of him, once and for all. His hundred-million-dollar offer wouldnât be a factor and the leak would be stopped.
Heâd get exactly what he deserved.
Then she could get started on getting over himâfor real, this time. She could stop hating him. And stop being affected by him. And stop turning down every man who asked her out. The chaos inside with Gageâs name written all over it had driven her for so long. Wasnât it time to move on? That was what she deserved.
âIâm not what youâd call a fun date,â she said. âI have a very boring life outside of these walls. Dinner is a chance to discuss the leak. Strictly business.â
A token protest. She knew good and well it was anything but.
âIs that really what you want, Cass?â he asked softly, as if he already knew the answer. âBecause it sounds to me as if you need a friend.â
Of all the things sheâd thought he come back with, that was not one of them. The laugh escaped her clamped lips before she could catch it. âWhat, like youâre volunteering? I have lots of friends, thanks.â
But did she really? This time last week, she would have said Trinity would take a bullet for her. Theyâd been friends for almost fifteen years. It still stung that no one had stood up for Cass in the board meeting, but Trinityâs silence had hurt the worst.
Alexâs defection was almost as bad.
Cass and Alex had met in a freshman-level algebra class. It had taken Cass four months to convince Alex she had what it took to be the CFO of a multimillion-dollar corporation and Cass had been right. Alexâs lack of confidence and all the talk of selling hurt.
Cass was afraid the cracks in Fyraâs foundation were really cracks in her foundation. The last person she could stomach finding out about the division in Fyra was Gage Branson, and it would be just like him to sniff out her weaknesses.
So she wouldnât show him any.
âThereâs always room for one more friend,â Gage countered softly. âIn fact, I changed my mind. Let me take you to dinner and you can relax for a while. Wear a dress and weâll leave our titles at the door.â
There he went again,
Ken Brosky, Isabella Fontaine, Dagny Holt, Chris Smith, Lioudmila Perry