“Fuck, Lake. Life would have been so different if I’d just gone for it when I saw you again two years ago.” “You think not asking me on a date is a bigger miss than not signing me?” My pulse flutters at the intense way he’s watching me. “Seriously? We’ve made millions together.” He doesn’t hesitate. “I’d rather have you.” His grip on my hand is tight, unyielding, his focus clear. All on me.
