working his magic because that sounded like the exact date sheâd envisioned. He was the last man on earth she should be envisioning it with, though. âHow do you know thatâs what I need?â
âCass. I know you. You canât have changed too much over the years. At least I hope you havenât.â
Before she could figure out how to respond to that, he rounded the desk and took her hand to hold it tight in his surprisingly smooth one. For a guy whoâd always spent a lot of time outdoors, his skin should be rougher. It was a testament to GB Skin and the effectiveness of his products that it wasnât.
She stared at his chiseled jaw, gorgeous hazel eyes and beautiful face framed by the longish brown hair heâd always favored and something unhitched in her chest.
Gage had broken her so thoroughly because sheâd once given this man her soul.
That hadnât been an accident. A mistake, surely, but not because she didnât realize what she was doing. Sheâd fallen in love with Gage willingly. Heâd filled her, completely. Because he understood her, believed in her. Taught her, pushed her, stimulated her.
All of it rushed back and she went a little dizzy with the memories of what had been holy and magnificent about their relationship.
âSay yes,â he prompted, squeezing her hand. âI promise not to mention how boring you are.â
Despite everything, she laughed, oddly grateful that he had figured out how to get her to.
âYes,â she said. Thereâd really never been another choice. âBut we split the check.â
He couldnât be allowed to affect her. The good stuff about their relationship didnât matter because at the end of the day, Gage didnât do commitment and never would.
âThat partâs nonnegotiable,â he said with a wicked smile. âIâm paying. After all, I bullied you into it.â
Mission accomplished. He had no clue heâd spent this entire conversation persuading her into exactly what she wanted to do. For that alone, she returned the smile. âYou havenât seen the price of the obscenely expensive wine I plan to order.â
âIâll pick you up at eight,â he said, clearly happy to have gotten what he wanted, though why he considered dinner such a coup was beyond her. He had an angle here that she hadnât yet discovered.
She watched him leave. That gave her nearly ten hours to figure out how to keep Gage at armâs length while cozying up to him. Hours sheâd use to figure out how to pump him for information while keeping him in the dark about her motives.
Ten hours to figure out how to seduce answers out of Gage Branson without falling for him all over again. All she had to do was focus on his sins and the rest would be a walk in the park.
* * *
Gage knocked on Cassâs door at seven fifty-five.
Nice place. A bit too glass-and-steel for his tastes but Cassâs house overlooked a big lake with a walking trail around it. His own house in Austin was near a lake. Funny how their tastes in views had aligned all these years later.
She swung open the door wearing a sheer lacy dress that hugged her body in all the right places. Cranberry-colored, which was somehow ten times racier than red would have been, it rendered him speechless. When heâd told her to wear a dress, heâd fully expected her to wear anything but.
His body sprang to full attention. He could not get a handle on her.
âYouâre early,â she said with an amused brow lift. âI like an eager man.â
The blood that should have been stimulating his brain into a snappy response seemed to have vacated for a warmer locale in the south.
Cass wasnât a college student any longer. Not that he was confused. But he was having a hard time reconciling how much sheâd changed. Cassandra Claremont, CEO, might be the most intriguing woman on the planet. She was also far