Chapter 3The dark glass wall of the private booth suddenly felt less like exclusive luxury and more like a high-end cage.Three years ago I had sat across from Damian Cross in a place almost exactly like this same low light, same expensive wine, same dangerous promise in the air and believed the heat between us meant I was safe. Tonight I was sitting across from his brother, and every instinct I still possessed told me safety had never been on the table.“You came,” Nathaniel said, the tension in his shoulders visibly dropping as he rose to pull out my chair. He had ditched the suit jacket, sleeves rolled up his forearms in a way that felt entirely calculated and entirely effective. The sight of those strong, tanned arms made something low in my stomach tighten the same way it had the nights I let myself look too long when Damian wasn’t watching.“I have questions,” I said, staying on my feet a second longer than necessary just to keep my ground… and to give myself one last chance to
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