Page 61 of Tender Temptation

Cillian’s expression softens. “I’m really sorry, Ivy. Pass on my good wishes. If there’s anything I can do…”

“Thank you, I appreciate it.” I clear my throat. “Actually, I could use a briefing on the current status of the project. I’m fairly caught up but there are still some gaps.”

“Of course.” He, too, slips back into a professional demeanor. “Let’s get out of the rain. We can go over everything in the office.”

I follow him, my eyes lingering on his muscular ass and confident stride. Somehow, Cillian seems more grounded. More assured. A pang of longing permeates my belly. I wonder if I’m affecting him the way he still affects me.

Inside the trailer, Cillian spreads out a series of blueprints and permitting documents on the table, his focus entirely on the task at hand.

“We’re in the final stages.” He points to various sections of the plans. “The structural framework is complete after the windows go in. Next, we’ll begin the interior finishing. The electrical and plumbing systems are about eighty percent done, and we’ve scheduled the final inspections for November.”

I nod, taking notes on my e-tablet. “And the Tacoma project?”

“We’re in the negotiation phase for the contract,” he explains. “We’ve submitted our proposal, and we’re waiting for their response. I have a meeting with their representatives in a couple weeks to discuss the details.”

“Great.” I open my phone. “I’ll need to attend that meeting. I have a new number, could you text me thedate?”

Cillian raises an eyebrow but doesn’t comment. Instead, he takes down my number, sends me the calendar invite and continues with the briefing, providing detailed updates on the project’s progress, challenges, and upcoming milestones. I’m impressed by his thoroughness and the clear passion he has for his work.

As we wrap up, I hear myself blurt out, “How have you been?”

Good God, I’m an idiot.

“I’m okay. Busy. And you?” He pauses, his hazel eyes meeting mine. “How was Florence?”

I didn’t realize he knew where I was. “Incredible. I learned so much and made lifelong friendships. But, being back here feels great. Especially now.”

We stare at each other. It’s like we’re suspended in time. I can practically feel the tether between our hearts going taut.

Finally, Cillian breaks another awkward silence. “I meant what I said. I’m really sorry about your dad. It’s tough when someone you love goes through cancer.”

“Thank you.” My voice is barely a whisper. “It means a lot to hear you say.”

He squeezes his eyes shut and sighs. “Ivy…”

“No,don’t.” I press my palm to my chest. “Not now.”

Despite the undeniable chemistry crackling between us, we haven’t spoken in three years. He could be married or ina relationship. Hell, he could have kids. Besides, I’ve moved on…

Liar.

I must stay focused. Professional. I have a job to do.

No matter how strong my feelings are, Cillian is my past.

He needs to stay there.

twenty-eight

Cillian

Two Weeks Later

Two weeks have flownby since Ivy returned.

Fears about fucking up my sobriety aside, I haven’t felt the urge to drink since the day I first saw her and ended up at the Metropolitan Grill. That night scared me. Thank God for Brennan.

I’ve made a point to go to a meeting every day since, to keep myselfon track.

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