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An honour? I fight the urge to roll my eyes as the two men shake hands.
“Marcus.” Cady smiles but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “Nice to see you. I don’t want to interrupt, so we’ll let you get back to your meal.” Her glance flicks to me for an instant and dismisses me just as quickly.
Yeah, that’s disappointing.
“Of course, so nice of you to stop by to say hello. I know you’re dealing with Coulter, but let me know if you have any questions or concerns.”
“I won’t. I don't have any concerns. The terms seem fairly straightforward.” There. She looks at me again and—she meets my gaze.
I hope I don’t look creepy.
“This is my good friend, Maximus Steele,” Marcus says into the slight pause. “Sandflower Steeles.”
“I know your father,” Tate says, offering his hand.
“Unfortunately for you.” We shake and I turn to Cady, holding out my hand. “Hi.”
Once again, I meet her gaze and so much colder than I prefer a woman look at me. But still—
She’s breathtaking.
“Hello.” She pulls her hand out of mine. “Marcus, I’m sure I’ll speak to you soon. Have a pleasant evening.”
And then she’s gone.
Just like that.
I can’t take my eyes off her. The pair, the old man and the gorgeous younger woman slowly make their way to the back of the restaurant rather than out to the lobby, to the private elevator. Watching long legs and curvy hips move in a way that yanks my attention and holds it hostage.
“Happy?” Marcus sits back down.
With a shake of my head, I do the same. “What?” I reach for my glass and drain it, not even tasting the rich fruity wine.
“You got to meet her. Although… hi? Gotta work on your game, bro.” He catches the eye of our waiter and mimes signing the check.
I shake my head again and it feels like I’ve knocked something loose. “Why?” I wonder, more to myself than to Marcus. “She’s just another girl.”
“I would say Cady Quinn is all woman rather than a girl.”
“Yeah. All woman. You didn’t tell me you knew her.”
“Like I said, I know of her,” he repeats with a roll of his blue eyes. “Coulter handled everything.”
I stare wistfully where this Cady Quinn disappeared into the elevator. “What’s she like? Did he say?”
“Beautiful. Smart. Coulter made a move, but she turned him down. I don’t know if I’d call her nice—”
“She’s a woman working in a business where men objectify women, so I can’t imagine niceties are very important to her,” I interrupt. “Even you called her beautiful, first, and smart, second.”
“I’m not objectifying her,” Marcus protests with a laugh.
“You don’t give her the credit she deserved. Sorry.” I wave. “I’ve been listening to Alice a bit too much. She’s right, but I don’t mean to lecture.”
“Alice is…”
“My assistant.”
“Ah.” Marcus studies me over the rim of his glass. “I thought you might be dating again. I hoped you were.”
