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him.
    Forcing himself to come back to the present, he motioned toward the door. “They’re holding our table for us. Shall we?”
    Mila glanced at the sign, and then the hand-carved door, her teeth catching her lower lip.
    Had she been here before?
    Not likely. This wasn’t the kind of place the Mila he’d known would have frequented. So why had he brought her here?
    The hostess guided them through the front part of the fancy establishment, and James tensed as his glance trailed over Mila’s formfitting dress and the staccato twitch of her hips as she followed the woman. She didn’t generally like dressing up, and when she’d heard the name of the restaurant there’d been a long pause over the phone before she’d finally accepted the invitation.
    Now that they were here, he realized he should have made sure the restaurant knew this was a business dinner and nothing more—because the employee was taking them back to the table he was normally seated at when he dined here: a secluded spot in the very corner, away from prying eyes...and cameras.
    He probably should have chosen a different place to eat. But they knew him here and it was generally easier to get a last-minute reservation than at the places where celebrities normally hung out. There were some of those at Très Magnifique as well, but the dim lighting, specially coated glass and tight security made it hard for the paparazzi to gain access to its patrons. Another reason why this was one of his go-to restaurants.
    The distaste of having his face splashed across the tabloids was a holdover from his childhood, when his parents’ every move had made the front pages. James had seen his own mistakes—including his broken engagement—paraded for all the world to see. Because of that, he’d become adept at avoiding the places those kinds of photographers frequented.
    Mila slid into her seat, setting her small clutch purse on a corner of the table. “I assume you have them with you.”
    He had to smile at the way she lowered her voice, since it mirrored some of his own thoughts. Leaning forward, he mimicked her hushed tones.
    â€œYes. I have them. They’re in my briefcase. But I think you went into the wrong line of work, Mi.”
    â€œCome again?”
    â€œYou should have been a spy.”
    Her lips went up as well. “Am I being too paranoid about this whole thing?”
    A possible reason for her behavior slid up from somewhere inside him. He didn’t know if she’d started seeing someone else since breaking up with Tyler, but it was a possibility. Or maybe they’d even gotten back together. “Will this be a problem for your boyfriend? I’d be happy to call him and explain, if you’d like.” Although the last thing he wanted to do was call Mila’s boyfriend and tell him this meeting was purely platonic.
    Not when the last thing he wanted it to be was platonic.
    Not with her sitting across from him in a dark green dress that hugged her form and showed just a touch of creamy curves at the neckline. Curves he’d once explored at his leisure. He forced his eyes back to her face, noting she was biting her lip again.
    What the hell? Had she gone and gotten engaged or something? His stomach sank like a rock.
    â€œNo. You don’t need to explain anything.”
    Because this guy, unlike him, would need no explanation as to why Mila was dining with her ex-fiancé? If she were still his , he sure as hell would have wanted to know why she was having dinner with another man. Especially since she was a physician and not a CEO, which meant there was no need to dine with clients.
    â€œHe must trust you.” He forced the words to sound impartial.
    â€œIt’s not that.” She toyed with the clasp of her purse for a second or two. “I’m not seeing anyone. I told you I’d broken up with Tyler.”
    She had told him. But people changed their