Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 161394 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 807(@200wpm)___ 646(@250wpm)___ 538(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 161394 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 807(@200wpm)___ 646(@250wpm)___ 538(@300wpm)
“Dane,” I greeted simply, going for blasé.
His piercing gaze snapped to me. If I hadn’t been watching him so closely, I might not have noticed how he imperceptibly stiffened. His eyes raked over me, taking in everything from my loose, flowing hair to my strappy high heels; lingering a little on the thigh slit—it was a slow, blatant, thorough perusal. His gaze briefly glittered with something hot that made my skin prickle.
He nodded, as one would when appraising an object and then turned back to his phone. I almost snorted.
“So, where are we going?” I asked when Sam pulled onto the road.
His thumbs deftly flying over the screen of his cell, Dane named a prestigious, well-known restaurant. “Many people who I know and do business with frequent there. It’s a place where we’ll be recognized.”
I didn’t try to keep the conversation going—it was clear he was busy. The guy was always on the clock. I honestly didn’t know how being in such high demand all the time didn’t drive him insane.
Realizing that I was twirling my ankle madly enough to sprain it, I forced my leg to stay still. It wasn’t just nerves that were pricking at me and making me restless. I still hadn’t quite shaken off the annoyance I felt at Owen. He had no freaking right to turn up at my home and … No, I wasn’t going to think about him. I wasn’t going to fume about the things he’d had the nerve to say.
Turning to the window, I rested my loosely clasped hands on my lap and did my best to let all my edginess slip away. Yeah, it didn’t work.
“What’s bothering you?”
The question almost made me jump. I looked at Dane and shrugged. “Nothing.”
“You’re annoyed about something. What?”
“It’s not important.”
“But it’s bugging you enough that you look ready to punch someone.” He pocketed his phone and pressed a button that raised the privacy screen between us and the driver. “Tonight, I need you to be all about us. Your head can’t be elsewhere. So, tell me what’s wrong.”
I sighed. “I had a brief visit from Owen earlier.”
A slight hardness slid into Dane’s expression. “What did he want?”
“To talk.” Not wanting to go into any detail, I added vaguely, “He might be a problem.”
“He wants you back,” Dane guessed, his tone clipped. “I thought he was married.”
“He and his wife have filed for a divorce, apparently. I told him that I’m involved with someone. I didn’t say who,” I hurried to add.
“Did it deter him?”
“No, but he’ll back off eventually.”
“If it comes to it, I’ll deal with him.” Dane adjusted his cufflink. “Who ended the engagement? You or him?”
“Him,” I reluctantly admitted.
“Why?”
I inwardly groaned. “Do we have to talk about this?”
“It’s the sort of thing I’ll need to know if we’re to pull off our act. A woman would normally tell her new partner why she separated from her ex, right?”
True. “He wanted to start afresh and reinvent himself. That meant leaving behind anything or anyone that was part of the old him.”
“I see. Did you give him an earful?”
“No. I wished him well and then hung up.”
Dane’s brows snapped together. “He broke off the engagement by phone?”
I gave a curt nod. “I’m sure you can now understand why I really wasn’t delighted to see him at o-Verve.”
“Does he have a shot at winning you back?”
“Hell, no.”
Dane’s gaze pinned mine. “You need to be sure, Vienna. I can’t have you backing out on me in a few months, declaring you can’t go through with our plans because you’ve realized you still love him.”
“That would never happen for two reasons. One, I don’t love him. Two, I wouldn’t leave you in the lurch like that.”
“You’re in this until the end? I have your word on that?”
“Yes. And you know I won’t break it.”
Just then, the car began to slow. I looked out of the window and saw the restaurant in the near distance.
When the vehicle stopped, Dane said, “The moment we step out of the car, it’s—”
“Lights, camera, action?” I supplied.
“Yes. And we’ll stay in character right up until the end of the night. I trust Sam, but not even he can know this isn’t real. He doesn’t have your poker face. If anyone questioned him about us, they’d see right through his lies.”
“Understood.”
My door was pulled open. I smiled at Sam as I slid out of the car. He escorted me to the other side, where Dane waited. As I turned to face the restaurant, I didn’t miss Dane’s swift intake of breath behind me. My back was mostly bare, due to the tasteful V dip in the dress.
That didn’t stop him from splaying his hand on my lower back, resting his palm just above my butt. It was bold and proprietary and made my stomach all fluttery.