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“Do I have a choice?”

“Not really.” He shrugged. “She might take a little convincing about your sudden change of heart.”

“Yeah.” I sighed. “Any ideas, old man?”

Now it was his turn to glare at me. “Start with a date, Casanova.”

A date. Excitement ran through me as I imagined walking into a restaurant with her on my arm, walking around the art gallery, seeing her face light up like it did at the painting hanging in the owner’s suite.

Fuck yeah. This was brilliant.Now to come up with a plan that she couldn’t say no to.

Chapter Fourteen

ANGIE

I lookedup from the hotel’s front desk when the bell above the door chimed, and my breath caught in my throat.

Wyatt.

God, he was so good looking. Tall, hair effortlessly tousled, piercing green eyes that held mine as he closed the space. He filled out his slacks and dress shirt in the sexiest of ways, especially with the top three buttons undone. I ran my tongue along my upper lip and tried to ignore the throbbing between my legs.

How he caused such a visceral reaction in me, I had no clue.

He leaned his forearms on the counter in front of me and sent me that smirk of his that really needed to come with a warning label. Because it was doing all kinds of things to my body that I didn’t even want it to.

“You’re back?”Oh wow. Apparently, he made me sound like an idiot too.

“I am.” He leaned in closer. “Have you eaten yet?”

I glanced down at the watch on my wrist. Was it really almost six? “No, not yet.”

“Good.” He pushed off the counter. “I’ll let Steven know we’ll be off premises.”

I raised a brow. What the hell was he talking about?

He studied me, that smirk still plastered on his face. “I want to show you something and then take you to dinner.”

I crossed my arms under my breasts. A shiver raced down my spine as his pupils blew out when his gaze landed on my cleavage.

“Why?”

He blinked before meeting my eyes again. “Why?” he repeated.

“Yes. Why are you here? Why are you wanting to take me to dinner? Cause I swear to God, if this is another attempt at apologizing, I’m going to lose my freaking mind.”

He shook his head, and for a hot second, he seemed nervous. But then the cocky smirk was back. “I want to take you on a date.”

I stumbled back before catching myself. Was he serious?

“Angie.” He leaned back on the counter. “No expectations. Just one date. That’s all I’m asking. If, after tonight, you want nothing to do with me, we can go back to the original plan.”

“Original plan?”

“Yeah. I’ll run the business side from Boston, you’ll manage the daily stuff here.” His lips twitched. “At least until I can find a way to erase you from my mind. Because a hundred miles didn’t work.”

“Wyatt.” I shook my head and swallowed. Nerves mixed with excitement from his words had my stomach flipping. “I?—”

“Boss.” Steven’s voice interrupted the moment as we continued to stare at each other.

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