response to outside forces over which they had no control. She wasn’t a fool. Forging a deeper bond with him wouldn’t help the situation. That would only make their connection more complicated.
Because, contrary to her expectations, she actually liked Cade.
She could even see herself falling for him, too easily, and her heart had been battered enough with loss. She didn’t need another ache of disappointment adding to her sizeable collection.
The three of them arrived on the sixth floor. As she walked the length of the hallway she looked through the glass railing and saw numerous workers bustling through the lower floors leaving for the day. She checked her phone. 5:30 pm. Her stomach grumbled a complaint, but her mind was too cluttered with worry to think about food.
Pushing through a set of tall doors, Cade strutted into an impressively large boardroom with a giant mahogany conference table to the left, and a mini-bar and pool table on the right. Evidently, the Sorens had no problem balancing business with pleasure.
She noticed Slone stepped off to the side, standing near the door with his arms folded. Then she turned her focus to the other two men in the room.
“Guys,” Cade announced, “meet Kylie Graham. Kylie, this is Liam and Adam. My cousins, fellow CEOs, and business partners.”
The introduction led her gaze first to Liam, who touched the brim of his cowboy hat and smiled.
Beneath a rugged brown suit jacket, he wore a t-shirt that read: I Have a BS Degree. She suppressed a grin. “It’s nice to meet you.”
Then her glance fell to the other man, half-sitting on the edge of the conference table with his back to her. He wore a stars-and-stripes skull cap that held back his shoulder length hair, a black shirt, and black jeans with the pockets slightly frayed. His broad shoulders hunched, and his enormous bicep flexed as he held up an index finger, a request for a moment of silence while he finished his call. She guessed he was Adam.
The laid back dress and attitude of the other two men put her more at ease. Meanwhile, Cade was all business as he took a seat and lifted the screen of his laptop.
When she looked back at Liam, she mentally snapped her fingers in recognition. She knew who he reminded her of and whispered, “Has anyone told you that you look like Sawyer from the old TV show Lost? ”
One of her all time favorite series she wished had never ended. Packed with intrigue and mystery and clues to solve each episode, she longed for Lost or something like it to air on primetime television. Like Sawyer on the show, Liam had the same blonde-streaked light brown hair and slick southern arrogance, acting like he was redneck and proud of it, but she saw the intelligence in his eyes. Even if Cade was the only one with the college degree, Liam was smart and definitely perceptive.
Liam responded to her association less than enthusiastically. “Yeah.” He glanced down at the table. “I get that a lot.”
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Cade’s entertained smirk. Which prompted her to add, “Except you’re more handsome.”
Cade frowned.
Liam sat up straighter and grinned. “Thanks. I don’t hear that one nearly enough.”
When he ended his call, Adam turned around. She was blown away for a moment. Whoa. Total bad boy hunk. She took a mental snapshot of this, cataloging it under rare and beautiful moments. Her, surrounded by three insanely good-looking men, and she was the center of their attention.
Except not for a good reason. Her moment of happiness dwindled.
Adam’s vivid green eyes pinned her to her chair, and she shrank back under his scrutiny. A muscle flexed in his jaw. “We have a problem.”
Cade stopped typing on his laptop. “What is it?”
Flattening his hands on the table, Adam looked grim and intimidating. “Bruno Ramos was released from prison—yesterday.”
Chapter 3
Shock fried Kylie’s nerves like an electrocution. She gripped her