“But he’s a Cade. Same blood. Same last name. Same father as mine.”
“You still don’t get it?” She leans forward, holding my eyes in a steely stare. “Who knows if I would have gotten over who your father was? You didn’t give me the chance to decide. You did to me what they always do.”
She tilts her chin up to a proud angle. “You thought you knew best and decided for me. You took away my choices, let me get involved that deeply with you knowing how I felt about your father and Cade Energy. You deliberately withheld the truth to get what you wanted.”
“I should have handled it differently,” I admit through tight lips. “You have no idea how many times I wish I had told you from the start, but I didn’t.”
“You lied.”
“Yes, I think that’s been well established over the ten years you’ve held it against me.”
“You think I’ve been pining for you? I haven’t.”
That grates because I can’t count how many times I’ve rolled over in some bed in some city and remembered her hair spilled on my pillow. Imagined I could smell the sheets again after the first time we made love, a heady blend of our bodies together and the subtle perfume that kissed her neck. Every time I see a windmill I remember her low, sweet laughing voice calling me Doc Quixote as she rode a bicycle ahead of me.
“If you want to tell yourself what we had was nothing special,” I say, “then lies must not bother you as much as you say they do. I can’t lie to you, but it’s okay for you to lie to yourself?”
“It’s not like that.”
“We both had our own agendas, dreams and goals. It’s good we took time apart to pursue everything we wanted.” I reach for her hand resting near her tea, lacing our fingers together. “But I told you I would come back for you. I never forgot you, Nix. And I always hoped there would be a time when we could repair things between us.”
“You shouldn’t have come back.” She pulls her hand away, fixes her eyes on her tea. “Not for that. Not for me. If you’re really here to help your brother, I’ve laid out my terms and we can both help elect him. If you’re back for me, you’ll be disappointed.”
“I’m back for both, and I don’t intend to be disappointed by either outcome.”
Her eyes flash, gunpowder gray and just as explosive, when they meet mine. “I told Owen I won’t work with you.”
Last night, Lennix committed her entire team to Owen’s campaign. Kimba won’t let them pass on an opportunity this good. The stakes are too high for a personal wrinkle like a past relationship to get in the way. Owen’s in.
And so am I.
“Do you really think I came back for the thrill of working with you on a campaign?” I chuckle. “I don’t give a damn who ‘handles’ me on the trail. What’s happening between us is completely separate from Owen’s bid for the presidency.”
“Nothing’s happening between us.”
“Damn, I just got back.” I fake an exasperated sigh. “Give me some time. I’m going as fast as I can.”
“You know that’s not what I mean. I told Owen—”
“I know what you told Owen, and I’m more than happy to have Kimba as my contact. What the hell does that have to do with us?”
She frowns. “You agreed to the conditions.”
“I did, but your conditions said nothing about what I do outside of the campaign.”
“Bastard,” she says, her tone calm, her eyes flaring.
“We both know my father. I’m not a bas
tard. Asshole, yes. Prick, may—”
“What do you want?”
“The same thing I wanted ten years ago.” I soften my tone. “A chance with you.”
“Why?”
“Because no one else has done what you did for me. Not before you and not since. I want to see if what we had, what we should have had, is still there.”