Page 21 of Unsure in Love

“Awkward is an understatement.”

“How have you been?”

“Good.” I searched her face. “And you?”

Just like that, all light fled from her eyes. If it was possible, she got paler. “Uh... well, I’ve been better.” Her eyes skated away from me, and she rocked back on her heels. “So, is that Keneti’s office?” She pointed to the closed door beside us.

A flare of jealousy came out of nowhere. Keneti? They were on a first-name basis? “Yes.”

She nodded. “It must be fun working for him. He’s nice and funny too.”

I lifted one eyebrow and amusement replaced my jealousy. “Sure, working for him is great.”

“I should go in. I guess I’ll see you around the office.”

“Okay.” I stepped out of her way and opened the door for her.

Cass disappeared behind the door and I decided that I’d linger in Ken’s department so she wouldn’t slip away after her meeting.

9

CASS

Stepping out of Keneti’s office, I sagged against the wall. I was more emotionally drained than ever. I just sat and listened to the details of my father’s life—his new life. Henry Bennet abandoned his family and started a new one. He even changed his name. I didn’t understand it. Did he not want my sisters and me? Were his other children better? Was his new wife better than Mom? A sob caught in my throat and for the first time since I started my search, I regretted it. Maybe I never should have tried to find my father.

“Cassandra.”

I went completely still and braced myself for the reactions the sound of that voice caused. My breath hitched in my throat. I felt as if there were hundreds of butterfly wings flapping in my stomach. It had been four months since I’d seen or spoken to Damian, and my body still went crazy in his presence.

I just couldn’t shake the connection I felt with him no matter how much I tried. Perhaps that was hard, considering that the man’s child was growing in my uterus. Taking a deep breath, I met his gaze and, of course, I felt the spark. I wondered if he felt it too. Or had his interest in me faded?

“Hi.” The word came out as a breathy whisper. Clearing my throat, I straightened and dashed away the tears that rolled down my cheek. I hated anyone seeing me cry, so I tried to throw on a cool mask. “Are you stalking me, Damian?”

He stopped and shoved his hands into his pockets. “Considering that you’re in my place of work, no.”

My eyes narrowed. “You can drop the act.”

“What do you mean?”

“Keneti told me you own this place,” I snorted, remembering how he played it off as if he worked for Keneti earlier. His modesty was just another thing to add to his list of charms.

Damian shrugged. “Only seventy percent.” I arched an eyebrow, and he smiled.

“So, since you’re here, how about we head to my office?”

“Why would I want to do that?” Ken mentioned Damian being in charge of security. “I don’t need any security services.”

“I just want to talk, Cass. Catch up.”

“On what?”

He rocked back on his heels. “Jesus. You’re still hard on a man’s ego.”

I sighed. “Look, Damian, it’s not that it isn’t nice to see you again. It’s not that I don’t want to talk, but—”

“Then what’s the problem?”

I stared at him.

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