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“So, you’re her.”

I look over at Sybil, who finally broke her vow of silence.

“Her? I’m not sure I understand who you mean.”

“Sawyer’s one who got away.”

My heart sinks. Do she and Sawyer have history? She’s clearly married now and surely Sawyer would have given me a heads up before letting me meet with someone he’s been with.

“Do I know you?” I ask.

“No. Sawyer knows my younger sister though. Emily. She thought she could change him, get him to fall for her and be more than a hookup. But you were always in the middle of him and anyone who came after you. I see why now,” she says as she looks me up and down, as if my body is the sole reason Sawyer never moved on from me. I swallow the evil retort threatening to burst from my lips and decide to kill her with kindness so that I don’t lose another job. Especially one I haven’t even started yet.

“Yes. Well, the heart wants what the heart wants. I hope Emily’s okay and was able to move on and find her happiness. Have a good day, Sybil.”

I walk quickly out of the restaurant and into my jeep before finally breathing deeply. Her unprofessionalism should bother me, but I can sympathize with her being protective over her sister. I’ll give her this one pass. Especially because I really want to work there. I know Sawyer has been with other people and I should be thankful she wasn’t right in front of me. Still, the jealousy burns like wildfire. I start up my jeep without thinking further on it and drive to the distillery.

Chapter 33

SAWYER

“Hey boss man, you got a visitor coming in hot. And I mean HOT. She yours?”

I look up from my desk to the windows that line my office and see Ivy walking my way. She’s wearing her long hair down her back in loose waves, her cheeks are flushed and she’s kneading the life out of her hands as she walks.

“Yep. Mine. Cancel any meetings I have and forward my phone please, Marcus,” I reply to our intern without taking my eyes off of my woman.

I watch her walk, her hips swaying side to side until she meets my eyes through the window. Her steps falter for a single beatbefore she picks up her pace and waltzes into my office like she owns the place. I lean back in my chair and lace my fingers together behind my head.

She shuts the door behind her.

“Ivy, this is quite the surprise but I’m not complaining. How was the meeting?”

She stands in front of the closed door, my desk and twenty feet of space between us. She looks around my office, taking in the sparse space that I haven’t bothered to decorate.

“Do the windows have shades?”

I arch a brow and look at her questionably.

“They do,” I confirm.

“Close them?”

I take a breath and move slowly to the remote on my desk and press the button to fog over the windows, not letting her know how much she just worked me up, how hard my cock already is for her. The windows glaze over as she sashays toward me, still nervously wringing the shit out of her hands. I spin my chair in her direction and lean back slightly.

“I just had an interesting conversation with Sybil.”

My heart stops. There’s no way Sybil would bring up her sister. I decide to play it cool.

“Did you? Did they decide to hire you? They’d be stupid not to.”

“They did. Super exciting. But still, not as interesting as finding out that Sybil is the sister of a former hookup of yours.”

Fuck.

“You see . . .” She pauses and kicks the inside of my left foot, pushing it outward before doing the same with my right, essentially spreading my legs further open. A chill runs down my spine. I steady my breathing and wait for her to continue.

“Apparently, dear Emily was hung up on you.” Ivy steps between my legs before leaning down and grabbing a fistful ofmy hair and pulling my head back to meet her eyes. Fuck, she’s so jealous. My cock hardens to the likes of a steel rod in my pants. I’ve never seen her like this before.

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