MickyUh-oh. Nick's demeanor shifted in front of me. I’d wandered into f*******n territory. I tilted my head and examined the handsome, in-control man sitting across from me.
His lips pressed together in dismay. Something about his past relationship had gotten away from him. What kind of woman would it take to make a man like Nick polish off an ounce of Scotch in less than nanosecond? I’d never had that power over a man.
I should let it go, but I couldn't help myself.
"Christmas in Paris? Must be nice. Didn't your family mind your being away?" I asked and then waited. Nick shook his head almost imperceptibly.
"We left after Christmas and just spent the New Year there," he replied.
"We?" I inquired.
"My fiancée and I," he admitted.
I took a deep breath to settle the anger that popped
