Jason hadn’t expected the air in the room to turn this sharp. The heated undercurrent between him and that man—Jonathan, as the introductions had finally revealed—still lingered like smoke clinging to his suit. He hated the way Gigi’s eyes had softened when Jonathan spoke, the way she had listened, as though his voice carried answers she hadn’t known she was looking for.
Jason downed the last of his drink and forced his jaw to unclench. No, he wasn’t going to give Jonathan Reed the satisfaction of knowing he had rattled him. Still, the image of Gigi, standing there torn between them, haunted him as the surrounding crowd thinned.
When the event finally closed, Jason made his move.
He found her near the exit, Isabella at her side. Gigi had already draped her shawl around her shoulders, he
