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Matt: What if you’re wrong?

I love Tessa, but she’s still pretty young. She has a lot to learn and a lot of maturing to do.

Tessa: I’m not wrong.

Matt: I hate playing games.

Tessa: Do you want Remi back?

Matt: Yes.

Tessa: Then this is what you have to do. I’m not telling you to send her hate mail or get her fired. I’m just telling you to ignore her for one night.

I nod as I read her last text.

Tessa: It’s one night, Matt. In the end, it will be worth it.

Tessa’s right. It’s worth a shot.

It’s only one night.

CHAPTER 16

REMI

I look myself over in the mirror before heading down to the lobby to leave for dinner. I look incredible. I’m wearing something new—something Matt’s never seen me in—an off-the-shoulder pink dress. My hair is curled into beach waves, and I’m wearing long, gold earrings.

I nailed it.

Matt won’t be able to keep his eyes off me.

My resolve is back. For a moment, out on the catamaran, I let things get too cozy. No more of that.

I’m shutting it down.

Winning this war.

I open my bedroom door, stepping out into the living room at the same time Matt opens up his. Really? Am I to believe this is some kind of coincidence? He probably had his ear pressed against the door, waiting for the moment I exited.

I smirk, feeling confident, but Matt barely glances at me. Instead, he pulls out his phone and looks at it.

“We better get down there. Reece wants to get to the restaurant a few minutes before the reservation.” His voice lacks the warmth I’m used to.

There’s no stutter or visible reaction to how good I look. Usually, Matt is the king of compliments, soaking in every last inch of me. I had never felt more adored in my entire life than I did with him. I guess that luxury stopped the moment I ended the relationship.

And the worst part? I’m swooning over how good he looks.

He’s wearing cream pants with a brown belt and a white button-up shirt. Over that, he has a cream blazer with the sleeves rolled up, showing off his forearms.

I walk to the table by the door and pick up my purse, throwing some lipstick inside. “You didn’t need to wait for me.”

“I wasn’t.”

Sure.

I open the door and feel him following after me. We walk down the hall to the elevator. I reach out to push the button at the same time Matt does, causing his warm skin to skim across mine.

I’m here to say that hand brushes and finger touches are very underrated. The electricity that rushes through me is enough to power a small city. If not a small city, then at least a village.

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