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Burrowing closer to him, Kennedy took a sip of her wine. “Okay, so now I told you about my day, why was it imperative you see me tonight?”

“First, I wanted to see you tonight regardless,” he said, playing with long, curly strands of her hair. “Second, I wanted to ask you about your relationship with Trevor Markham.”

Kennedy immediately went stiff in his arms. Why was he asking her about someone she’d dated over two years ago? And by dated, that was it. They hadn’t even slept together and had parted on friendly terms. Hell, she’d helped get him his job at Goldberg & Johnson. They’d kept in loose contact, but she hadn’t heard from him since last year, when they’d exchanged Christmas cards.

Slowly, she wriggled her way out of his arms, and placed her wine on the coffee table before turning her narrowed gaze on him.

“What do you mean myrelationshipwith Trevor? How did you find out we even know each other?” Kennedy prided herself on how calm she sounded. Nate was lucky she wasn’t one of those women who jumped to swift and erroneous conclusions. Lucky that she was adult enough to listen to what he had to say before jumping down his throat.

“Because Trevor Markham is the lead attorney representing the employees in the lawsuit against my company.”

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“What!” Kennedy exclaimed, her eyes round.

And that was all the answer he needed. She didn’t have a clue. The tension in his shoulders eased.

“You can’t be serious.” Despite her words—as if spoken to herself—her expression conveyed the opposite.

He arched an eyebrow at her. “What do you think the chances are of me joking about your ex-boyfriend being the lead attorney suing my company? How many laughs do you think I’d hope to get out of that?”

“You know I didn’t mean it that way,” she said, wrinkling her nose. “And he was never my boyfriend.”

Then what was he?

“Although, when I think about it, it makes sense,” Kennedy continued. “Goldberg & Johnson have been trying to rehabilitate their reputation since what went down after they won the Landal lawsuit.”

“Catch me up. What happened with the Landal lawsuit?” Nate asked.

“Two years after the verdict, internal documents revealed how the retail company had been cheating their workers out of overtime. That’s when the law firm decided to take on pro-worker cases and diversify their legal team. They brought Trevor on because his specialty is civil rights. He may be young, but he’s one of the best out there.”

“If you’re trying to make me feel better, you’re going to need to work on your pitch,” he said in a voice drier than the Sahara.

“But you have nothing to worry about. Unlike too many companies, youwantto do the right thing,” she stated confidently.

If nothing else, her faith in him was gratifying and, in this instance, fully justified. He was going to make this right if it was the last thing he did. Reaching out, he pulled her back into his arms, settling her against his chest.

“Okay, so now tell me about Trevor. What’s the deal with you two?”

Kennedy snorted softly. “There is no deal. I told you he was never my boyfriend. But if what you really want to know is whether we had a sexual relationship...” She paused, purposely keeping him in suspense. “Not that it’s any of your business, but no, we did not. We went on a few dates before I started going out with Aidan. And as unbelievable as it may seem, despite his Regé-Jean Page chiseled jaw and manly bone structure, the sparks simply weren’t there. For me, I’m pretty sure it all boiled down to the lack of British accent. The face without the accent just isn’t the same,” she said, giggling impishly by the time she finished waxing poetic about the guy’s looks.

Maybe there hadn’t been any sparks forher, but he was sure they’d blazed like an inferno for Markham. Which sane available straight man wouldn’t be attracted to her?

Slowly, he slid his hand from her waist to the side of her breast. At his touch, her breath hitched. “Exactly how many British guys have you dated?”

“None. But if I’m going to, I wouldn’t want to settle for an imitation.”

Nate was too busy enjoying the slight weight of her breast in his palm, and the way her nipple pebbled at the repeated swipe of his finger, to make sense of what she was saying.

“Can I ask you a question?” Her breathing was now audible as she gripped his wrist.

Covering her entire breast with his palm, he replied, “Ask me anything.”

She made a sound between a whimper and a moan. “Are—are you going to feed me before or after we have sex?”

Nate chuckled and dipped his head to press a series of kisses down the length of her neck. He breathed her in. Her scent was intoxicating and her taste even better. Dear god, the things he wanted to do to her. “What are you hungry for more?” he whispered between kisses.

She took his hand and guided it between her legs. He let out a primitive growl and took over from there, immediately cupping her warmth.

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