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“What did you hear?” Dom leaned closer, his light gray eyes full of humor.

I pursed my lips, struggling not to smirk. “I actually can’t remember.”

“You break my heart.” He put a hand on his chest. “I was at Savannah Lace yesterday. I had a meeting with Diego Perez. He’s with Larue Homes, and they work out of your office space.”

I had been introduced to Diego Perez and Nova’s husband, Anson Larue. I had also been told thatsomethingwas going on between Diego and Nina. I hadn’t seen a hint of it, but then I’d never seen them together.

“I bumped into Nova, and she told me about you,” Dom explained.

I was going to work with Nova in a month when my three months with Luna were up. I was having so much fun that it was ridiculous. If this was what working was like, I wish I’d done it years ago. Sure, it was hard and sometimes tedious, but all in all, the sense of satisfaction it gave me outweighed all of that.

The evening went from mildly to vastly entertaining. We talked about architecture, design, and Savannah’s vibrant culture. We talked about movies and books, and both men flirted outrageouslywith me.

It wasn’t until later, when I was in bed, that I wondered if this was somehow a betrayal of my marriage vows.

Lia, you’re allowed to have a good time with people who are not Sebastian.

Even if they looked like Lev and Dom?

Talking to someone is not a crime. And so what if you think they’re hot? They. Are. Hot.

I turned it around and wondered how I’d feel if Sebastian was sitting with women ten years younger than him, enjoying their company as they flirted with him.

Oh, but that’s so icky and sleazy.

I lay awake for a long time and wondered if this was the kind of thing I should bring up during couple’s therapy.

CHAPTER 22

Sebastian

Ilooked at my phone as I walked down Bull Street, where Nigel Ivanir’s office was, and smiled. Lia had replied to my ‘good morning’ message.

On instinct, I called her. “How are you?”

“I’m good.” She paused. “Where are you?”

“Nigel Ivanir’s office.”

She knew who Nigel was and didn’t ask further questions.

“Baby, can we meet for dinner? I need to discuss a few things with you.”

Silence.

“Lia?”

“I…yes. We can.”

“When?”

Silence.

“Next week? Ah…Monday night.”

I stood outside Nigel’s building, not liking how distant Lia sounded. “Where? Should I bring takeout home or?—”

“How about Collins Quarter at Forsyth?”

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