“Is that a yes?” Adam asked, no doubt reading the glimmer of change in my face. I looked up at him.

“I want him to think we’re together,” I said, staring up at Adam as I watched the serious look in his eyes flicker with a hint of mischief.

“I got you covered,” he said, our eyes staying locked on each other for another few seconds. But then at the same time, a smirk touched our lips and Adam nodded toward the elevators. “Ready then?” he asked.

I grabbed my purse. “Let’s do it.”

16

AJ

Breathe.

It was the one word I repeated to myself the whole drive from the office, with Adam’s Range Rover trailing my Camry. We had discussed taking just his car to up the image of coupledom, but in the end, I’d nixed it for the sake of his convenience.

And perhaps my own nerves.

There was definitely a considerable amount of Caspar fury racing in my head and my heart right now, but there was something else too. Something I knew had to do with Adam, and the fact that we were about to appear before Caspar as a couple. Was I nervous? Or excited? Or both?

I couldn’t tell, but whatever it was, it got briefly washed over as I finally pulled into the driveway of the little bungalow I’d shared with Caspar for years. Just looking at it made me seethe, immediately bringing back the full hurt and anger and resentment for my ex that had taken a backseat in the past week or so.

Which was kind of unfortunate.

Because if I weren’t so pissed, I would’ve enjoyed the stupid reaction on Caspar’s face when I turned my key in the front door and walked back into the house.

“AJ, what—”

He’d been waiting on the couch, but he launched straight up when he saw me.

Or rather, when his gaze slid past my shoulder at Adam walking in behind me. And just like that, his eyes were instantly wild, bugging on us as I processed the scene behind him on the kitchen counter. Two glasses of red wine poured. A candle lit.

Was he fucking kidding?

I was honestly ready to ask him, but he was too busy frothing at the mouth, starting several different sentences before he finally spit out a full string of words.

“Motherfucker—you have no right to be in my house! I want you out! Now!” he snarled at Adam, who had been trailing me by a few steps.

But I could feel the heat of his body behind me now, making my breath briefly hitch in my throat, especially as he slid his assuring palm along my hip and let his fingertips settle on my hipbone.

I couldn’t help but peer up at him, my heart starting to pound as I saw him staring at Caspar with utter boredom.

“Nah, I’m good here,” he finally said, and with the ease of someone who knew he couldn’t be physically removed from anywhere.

By anyone.

I could see that face actively stirring fury in Caspar’s eyes, thoroughly wounding his precious ego as he stared at him another few seconds. But then as if accepting he was no match for even half of Adam, Caspar turned to me, livid.

“AJ, if you don’t get him out of our house in two seconds, you’re never getting your shit back. The bedroom door’s locked and only I have the key, so maybe think twice about being a fucking stupid bitch,” he hissed, making my temper flare fast.

But even faster was Adam.

“Adam—don’t!”

My hands were suddenly flat on his chest as I stopped him mid-lunge toward Caspar, who’d cowered so sharply I’d caught the motion from the corner of my eye.

It filled me with that much more disgust for my ex, but I paid it no mind as I slid my hand

from Adam’s chest to his shoulder, willing him to look at me and calm down, but I wasn’t doing the best job.

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