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  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Prologue
  4. 1
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  39. Acknowledgments
  40. About the Author
  41. Also by Liv Constantine
  42. About the Publisher

Blaire’s mouth dropped open. “Sabrina? How did she know?”

“How else? Simon told her.”

22

Blaire was due to meet Carter at the Prime Rib restaurant downtown at eight, so she made a hasty retreat after Detective Anderson left. She hadn’t told Kate she was meeting Carter, because she didn’t want her to get the wrong idea. The truth was, Blaire didn’t have any lingering interest in Carter’s few remaining masculine charms, only in whatever knowledge he was willing to share about his and Simon’s business interests. It seemed like Kate was finally opening her eyes to Simon’s treachery.

Back at her suite at the Four Seasons, Blaire opened the closet and pulled out the outfit she’d bought especially for tonight. After slipping into the slinky green dress—green had always been Carter’s favorite color—she spritzed on some Clive Christian perfume and changed into the Miu Miu jeweled pumps that perfectly showcased her shapely long legs. On her lips, Cherry Lush by Tom Ford. She would be the complete opposite of his tamped-down, boring wife.

As she entered the restaurant and looked around at the old familiar haunt, she was glad she had suggested they meet here. It had a sensual feel, with its shiny black bar and soft gold lighting. She saw Carter waiting at the bar and gave him a warm smile as she walked toward him. His face lit up as he stood, his gaze traveling the length of her body. She gave him a hug and let her lips linger on his cheek just a moment longer than necessary, pleased to see the flush on his face when she pulled away.

“You look sensational! I’m so glad you reached out,” he said as they took their seats on the black leather bar stools. “What are you drinking?”

She leaned back and crossed her legs, not missing the fact his eyes kept returning to them. “Bowmore. Neat. A double,” she finally said, knowing he was a Scotch man, and he flagged the bartender over and ordered two. Good. She needed to loosen him up, and she knew he’d make himself keep pace with her.

She raised her glass to his. “To old friends.” She paused. “And old lovers.”

He clinked her glass and took a swallow. He was practically drooling. “I can hardly believe I’m sitting here next to you. You don’t know how often I’ve thought about you over the years.” He leaned closer to her. “I dream about you sometimes, you know.”

He was making her sick with his hungry fawning, but she pretended to be flattered. “Really? I’ve wondered over the years if you still think about me.”

He warmed to the subject. “More than you know. Have you thought about me?”

Only how you screwed me over and what a pompous ass you are, she wanted to say. “Of course,” she replied instead.