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hadn't waltzed in with some girly on his arm. I hadn't bargained on this, at all. My stomach was now turning somersaults, trying to keep up with my brain. "You can't be serious."
    Christopher nodded. "I should probably let him speak for himself. I feel a little odd asking the question, but do you want to talk to him now? I'm not sure he'll approach you. I think he was bracing for a drink in the face."
    I caught another glimpse of Graham, trying to ignore the pull he had on me. Had he managed to install some sort of homing device when we were together? If he had, it felt as if he'd just flipped the switch and my instructions were to walk up to him and flatten my body against his. "I don't want any of this to be odd. My job is too important. I'll speak to him now."
    I marched through the growing crowd of people in the bar carrying myself as the professional, together woman I so desperately wanted to be. Surely my dad had faced uncomfortable situations like this when he was working. Hell, he'd gone into Afghanistan with the British army during the Soviet-Afghan War. No matter how much I was unsure of what Graham had to say, my situation was nothing compared to that.
    Terence and Nigel greeted me warmly with hugs and smiles. So did Reggie, nearly smothering me with his embrace. Graham, however, leaned back against the bar, eying me. I couldn't decipher that look on his face, which was unsettling enough. I’d learned to read him at least a little bit when we’d been together. My best guess was amusement or annoyance…something like that.
    Chris again took charge. "Who wants to rescue Angie's friend from Ridley Archer?"
    "Her name is Gigi," I said. "The curly-haired blonde. She's dying to meet you guys."
    Terence peered across the bar. "Oh my. Gigi's a peach. Let's go make her night while ruining Archer's."
    Off they went, leaving me alone with Graham. I turned and faced him, my knowledge of the English language evaporating from my head. I simply didn't know what to say. Or where to start. Or what sort of attitude to take.
    "Ridley Archer?" he asked. "Really, Ang? You're spending time with him? I saw the way he was rubbing your arm and whispering into your ear. Are you trying to make me jealous because you know how much I hate him?"
    My eyes narrowed. Graham was capable of many things, but he'd never before been territorial. "What in the hell is that supposed to mean? He came and sat down with me, completely uninvited. And besides, I can't imagine you being jealous for even a minute."
    He pushed back from the bar, leaving us nearly toe-to-toe. The rise and fall of his chest told me his heart was racing. It felt good to get that kind of reaction out of him, to know that I could still get him worked up. "I won't lie. Seeing him sit next to you made me want to put my fist through a wall."
    A breathy laugh crossed my lips. "It's not fun, is it? Walking into a room and seeing an old flame with someone else? Of course, you and I were actual boyfriend and girlfriend when it happened to me."
    He took a long swig of his beer, studying me. It was impossible not to fixate on his full lips and what it felt like to have them on mine, to have them all over my body. Graham was a fantastic kisser, always in charge and a little possessive. It was one of things I'd missed most about him. I'd never had much of a poker face and I was sure he could see every conflicted thought going through my head, probably picking up on the moments when I was weakest.
    He raked his hand through his hair. "I think you and I should get out of here."

Chapter Four
    G raham
    I didn't need another beer. I was nearly drunk on Angie. God, I'd forgotten how stunning she was—pale, ivory skin with the slightest kiss of pink on the apples of her cheeks, topped with a delicate constellation of freckles. And then there was the fire inside. She hadn't hesitated to rip into me after I'd made that crack about Ridley Archer. I wasn't truly worried about him, or at least not much.