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“Yes,” I whisper, giving in to the urge to lay ne, before res In public Lord, can I do anything right? With a sound of frustration, I pull out of his hold

Tristan’s jaw clenches, hands flexing at his sides Like he wants to haulto say freezes on his lips His gaze voyages overfrom his mouth “Goddamn it, Cate You are too beautiful for this world”

Pleasure and awareness and relief wash over me Instantly

“I’ht way?” I ask, hopefully

My question seems to baffle him “Yes, of course you are”

“Oh good I thoughtThe driver…he looked at it funny”

His right eye twitches “Did he now?” He turns, guidinglobby with his hand on the small of my back “I’ll just have to address that with him, won’t I?”

“What do you mean?”

“Shit,” hehis hand away “Smile, Cate”

I do as he says just in tio off

Two reporters with ca questions to Tristan, snapping picture after picture of us Reht ht, I fold my hands at my waist and attempt to appear serene

“You knohere I’ to be before I do,” Tristan jokes with the reporters, signaling for me to precede him toward the bank of chrome elevators

“Who is the estive tone, waggling his brows “Interesting afternoon plans?”

My stepbrother gives them a look of censure “We’re here for a corporate photo shoot with Andre Bisset You’re welcome to confirm”

“Is she the new policy advisor?”