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in the crisp jacket, and his legs were lean and long. Shiny dress shoes were on his feet. He was every inch of an ideal man. “Hello, Cato.” I managed to keep the blush out of my cheeks and greet him as a friend. He was someone I wouldn’t mind having a fling with, but Danielle made it clear nothing physical could happen with my escort. It would immediately terminate the arrangement. At the time, I didn’t think it would be an issue. But now that I looked at him, I realized just how hard it would be to keep my hands to myself.
    “Hello, Katarina. You look lovely this evening.”
    “Thank you.” He was hot and he had manners. Score.
    “Ready to go?” he asked as he put his hands in his pockets.
    I grabbed the tiny clutch that could barely fit anything inside and we walked out together. “Where’s your car?”
    “Right here.” He walked to a black Audi A7 and opened the passenger door for me.
    Wow, no wonder why he was so pricey . I got inside then watched him close the door. When he walked around the car, I got a nice view of his ass . It was very nice .
    Cato drove with one hand and migrated through the city with ease. The radio was on and he didn’t make small talk. He kept to himself.
    It was relaxing.
    I looked out the window and watched the city lights disappear as we entered Connecticut. The benefit was taking place at the vineyard and it would be nice to see the wide-open spaces again.
    Cato finally spoke. “Here?”
    “Yeah. Follow the roundabout and the valet will take your car.”
    He nodded then pulled over.
    The valet took my hand and helped me out, but Cato came to him and snatched me away quickly. He tucked my arm through his and kept me close. “How do you want me to behave?” he said quietly into my ear.
    “I don’t understand your meaning.”
    “Do you want me to be all over you, madly in love, or do you want me to be distant but clearly be your date?”
    People wouldn’t believe this would last unless we acted like we were in love. “The first one.”
    “Okay.” He escorted me inside until we entered the ballroom. People held glass flutes while they quietly mingled. The women were dressed in their finest gowns, and the men wore designer suits.
    I just had to stay for a few hours, mingle, and then Cato and I could hightail it out of there.
    “Can I get you a drink?” Cato asked politely.
    “Sure.”
    “Champagne?”
    “Yes, please.”
    “Coming right up.” He approached a passing waiter and grabbed two glasses. Then he returned and handed me one.
    I immediately downed it then released a satisfied gasp.
    He watched me with interest, his blue eyes dark and stunning like the skin of a blue whale. “You either have a drinking problem or you really don’t want to be here.”
    “Both.”
    He nodded then sipped his glass. “Anything I should know about your family?”
    “Just pretend your rich and you’ll fit in with everyone else.”
    “I am rich.”
    “But don’t tell them you’re an escort.”
    “I’ve been doing this for a long time,” he said without looking at me. “I have a cover story.”
    “Don’t get caught up in your lies. My parents have a good memory.”
    “You obviously didn’t inherit that.”
    I turned to him, and my eyebrow arched. “Sorry?” What did he mean by that? At first, I thought Cato was the strong and silent type. Now I got the impression he didn’t like me. But why? He hardly knew me.
    “Nothing,” he said vaguely.
    Okay…that was weird.
    “Where this guy who’s intent on marrying you?” He searched the crowd with one arm around my waist.
    “His name is Joey.”
    “Good to know.”
    “And I’m not sure.” Based on his peculiar behavior he may not even want to see me. “Don’t expect to run into him tonight.”
    “Why not?”
    “We had…a weird thing last week.” I thought it was odd we hadn’t spoken since. Joey usually texted me throughout the week.
    “A weird thing?” he asked. “Is that how you describe