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She had to get Trace to help her

Besides, they had been friends once

Before they’d been lovers Before everything had gone to hell

The guy in the fancy suit looked down at his computer “I don’t think you understand just how busy Mr Weston’s schedule is, ma’am If you’d like to speak with one of the junior associates here, I’m sure that we can find someone available”

Her heartbeat thudded in her ears A junior associate Right Well, that was certainly better than nothing

The phone on the“Excuse me,” he murmured as he reached for the phone

Skye nodded Her cheeks were burning Had she really thought that she could get Trace to help her? That she could just walk into this place and he’d be there for her? After all the tiuy even remembered her

If only I could have forgotten him

“Y-yes, sir Right now” A sharp note of nervousness had entered the man’s voice

Skye glanced back at hiray, had come back to her Now there was soht up, Ms Sullivan” He pushed a clipboard toward her “Sign in first, then I’ll take you to the elevator”

Her gaze slid to the nearest security cahtened her shoulders as she scribbled her nae Then Skye hurried toward the elevators on the right Don’t limp Don’t Take slow steps Nice and slow

“Not that elevator” He caught her elbow and steered her to the left “This one” He pulled a keycard from his pocket Swiped it across the elevator’s panel The doors opened aluided Skye inside “Go up to the top floor Mr Weston will be waiting for you”

But Mr Weston hadn’t even known she was coan

The doors slid closed

Her hands trembled as the elevator shot up The elevator’s walls wereout at the view of the city

A lot could change for a person in ten years You could go fro

Or you could go fro

The elevator slowed Skye turned back toward the doors She took a deep breath Then those doors slid open

Her shoes sank into lush carpet as she stepped out of the elevator

“Ms Sullivan?”

She glanced over at the pretty blonde woman who’d rushed toward her

The blonde smiled “This way, please”

Trace had seen her on the video cameras That was the only explanation He’d seen her, and he’d actually remembered her

Well, you were always supposed to remember your first, weren’t you?

He’d been her first Once upon a ti

The blonde opened a gleaany door “Ms Sullivan is here, sir”

Don’t limp Skye stepped inside the office and saw him

The man who’d haunted her

The ht her about lust and loss

Trace Weston

He sat behind a massive desk He’d leaned back in his chair, and his head was tilted to the right as his eyes—still the bluest that she’d ever seen—swept over her body His hair wasplanes of his face

Handsome wasn’t a word that could be used to describe Trace It never had been Sexy Dangerous Those ords for him