Page 10 of The Re-Proposal

At the last second, I feel Cody change directions. When I open my eyes, he’s reaching past me and tapping the button for the lobby.

My jaw slackens and I croak, “What are you doing?”

“I’ll walk you to your car,” he says, a knowing smirk on his lips.

The tension in my shoulders gets worse and I feel totally stupid.

Of course Cody wouldn’t kiss me.

For one thing, he knows I’d probably smack him in the face for daring to try.

For another, he might have a girlfriend or a wife.

Annoyance zips through me at the thought.

Not because I’m jealous.

No. Definitely not.

“I’d rather you didn’t walk me anywhere,” I grumble.

“Enough to tell me what you’re doing here?” He arches a thick eyebrow. “You’re not visiting a boyfriend, are you?”

There’s a low, possessive note to his voice that annoys me. The truth is on the tip of my tongue but, in that moment, the absolutelastthing I want to do is appear both injured, pathetic,andsingle in front of my ex.

“I am.” My chin lifts so high I’m practically pointing my jaw at the ceiling. “He works here and we’re very happy together.”

Cody looks amused.

Which is not the reaction I was hoping for.

His cocky smirk rakes on my nerves and I slant him a dark look. “What?”

He steps a little closer to me, filling up my personal space with his spicy cologne. “You’re lying.”

I glare at him.

“If you really had a boyfriend, you would have told me it was none of my business…”

My eyelashes flutter. “It’s none of your business.”

“Too late, princess.” He touches my cheek with the gentleness of a butterfly wing. “You never could look someone in the eyes when you lie.”

For a second, his finger on my cheek is like the center of my universe. The one connection my body craved for years.

Desperate for some kind of level ground, I smack his hand away.

“Don’t pretend you know me,” I snap. “I’m not the same as I was back then.”

He studies me. Unfazed. Unbothered. He always was the king of the poker face. “Neither am I.”

My breath hitches.

Cody’s phone rings again.

It’s loud in the silence. Incessant.

I huff in annoyance. “Are you going to get that?”

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