Never in a million years did I see this coming.
This is madness.
It has to be.
I didn't come here for this —t o make her cheeks flush and her breath hitch. Little Kat Valentine is smoldering for me like an ember, and if I really wanted revenge, this would be the time to walk away.
When I've proven my point.
When I've made her admit it: that she wants me. Whether or not I'm past my prime.
When she'd be humiliated if I strode out that door.
But god help me, I can't do it. Not even to save face. Because the second the door flew open and I saw her, I was hypnotized. I knew she was pretty at the ring—beautiful, even—but the crowd was shadowed and the spotlights shone in my eyes.
Seeing her now, in broad daylight, with her curly black hair slipping out of its bun and those yoga tights pr
