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asshole. About the guy.”
    “Pretty sure everything
I’m considering would be considered illegal.”
    “We’re thinking
different illegals here, aren’t we?”
    “Probably.” No doubt
she’s thinking of sexy things. I’m thinking of not-so-sexy
things—unless you’re into dead bodies. “But what the fuck, Liv?
Flowers? Who sends flowers?”
    “Guys who haven’t
forgotten how to romance a girl.”
    “I’d rather be romanced
in the bedroom, if I’m honest.” I nudge the fridge door closed and
stare at the flowers. “They are pretty though.”
    “Pretty? They’re
freakin’ gorgeous! Seriously, are you letting him grovel?”
    “There’s nothing to
grovel for.”
    “Okay. Not having this
conversation. Call me when your head is screwed on properly. I love
you. Goodbye.”
    My jaw drops and I
stare at the phone.
    The bitch just hung up
on me.
     

Chapter
Four
     
    “Ms. Lopez, you’ll be
dining in one of the private rooms upstairs. Please follow me.” The
host leads me up a short flight of stairs and toward a white door
with gentle gold embellishments. “Someone will be along for your
order shortly. Your drink is waiting for you.”
    “Thank you.” I wait
until he disappears before opening the door. The room is
empty—which means my client is late. Fantastic. Just what I
need.
    I pour a glass of wine
from the bottle on the table and set my purse by my feet.
    “Dayton.”
    I freeze. “Please tell
me this is a bad coincidence and not something you organized.”
    Aaron says nothing as
he takes the seat opposite me. “We need to talk.”
    “We’ve spoken plenty
over the last few days, don’t you think?”
    “Not nearly enough.” He
fixes me with a hard stare. “Sit down, Dayton. You’re not going
anywhere.”
    “Really?”
    “The door is locked
from the outside.” His lips quirk. “And on my orders, it won’t be
unlocked until one hour from now.”
    “Let me guess. Your
uncle owns this restaurant, and that’s why you’re playing
caveman.”
    “I could walk into any
restaurant in Seattle and have a private room booked quicker than
it takes you to blink.” He looks up at me, and I feel the truth in
his words. “Now, you can stand while we talk or you can sit. I
really don’t mind, but we’re most definitely talking. You’re not
leaving this room until I’m finished.”
    “I think I’ve made it
perfectly clear I don’t want to talk to you.”
    “And I’ve made it
perfectly clear you’re going to, and we both know who is going to
get their way. You’d be much more comfortable sitting down, I’d
imagine.”
    I sit back down and
take a deep breath. “This is underhanded, you realize that?”
    He shrugs one shoulder,
leaning back casually on his chair. “I’m not above playing dirty to
get you back. I’m not above anything to get you.”
    I take a long sip from
my glass. “What are you doing in Seattle?”
    “That’s the middle of
the story.”
    “Fine. Why don’t you
start from the beginning? I’m always good for a fairytale.”
    He chuckles lowly, and
I feel it down my spine. Fuck you, body. Fuck you.
    “When you left, after…”
He pauses.
    “After I discovered
you’d been lying to me for weeks.”
    “Ah, it wasn’t really
lying.”
    “It was a lie of
omission, and that’s still a lie.” I hold his gaze for a few beats.
“But we’re not discussing your idiocy, so please continue.”
    “When you left, I
confronted Naomi, and eventually she admitted she organized the
party deliberately. She was trying to make my life difficult for
me, and she’s succeeded.” He runs his finger around the rim of his
glass. “I spent the next few days in Paris doing business and
headed back to New York. A divorce agreement was already drawn
up—my final offer—and if she didn’t sign it, we’d go to court and
she’d get a hell of a lot less. She agreed. Dad flew her into the
city and we signed the papers.”
    “Congratulations,” I
repeat my halfhearted sentiment