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“So I’m judging by the look on everyone's face you know we dated?”

“You could say that,” said Catherine, eyeing me over her glass of water.

“I’m gonna need something stronger,” Sara says, getting the waiter's attention straight away. He smiles as he walks over to us. It's obvious he’s checking her out as he walks across to us.

That I don’t like.

“Can we have another round of drinks for the guys, Catherine? What are you having?”

“Just a glass of wine, Sauvignon please,” she says to the waiter.

“I’ll have a vodka with ice to start, please.”

He nods at her and walks away.

You’d guess there was a thrilling tennis game going on at the table the way Catherine and Bryan's heads are looking between us.

“So Adrien. How are you?”

“Things are good. Business is doing great. We’re opening offices all over. The best thing I ever did was set up on my own. I’ve expanded my portfolio and everything is going pretty great.”

“That’s great. I guess you were one of the lucky ones, getting out when you did. Now you get to run your own empire.”

Shit! I guess Sara was still there when shit hit the fan. I just presumed that after us, she had moved on. It was a toss up on the job offer. We both deserved it as much as the other. I won’t lie. I’m glad I got the job. I thought she’d have moved on though after the promotion. Jobs don’t come up that often in a company of that size and, well, to be frank, anyone would have hired her. There was no way Mason was going to ‌move her into the position she deserved after not getting the promotion. I mean, the guy is a grade A jackass, case, and point. He’s now serving time for money laundering and tax fraud.

“I’m guessing you’ve not seen each other since then,” said Bryan, ever the diplomat.

The rest of the evening went surprisingly well. It didn’t take too long for Sara to lose that edge to her voice. The last five years have definitely been kind to Sara. She’s just‌ as hot as she was when she first came on my radar straight out of college. Now, she is more confident. She would never have been this firm with people before. Sara is sexy as hell, but she was always a people pleaser. I try to adjust myself discreetly under the table. I’m almost certain I’ll be having to do that on more than one occasion tonight.

After sayingour goodbyes to Catherine and Bryan, I notice Sara is passing her phone from one hand to the other. I must make her nervous. That gives me a sense of relief. I’m obviously not the only one affected by tonight's unexpected meeting. I’ll give it to her, though. She put on a good show in front of Catherine and Bryan. Spending the last couple of hours with her makes me realize something I already sort of knew. I miss her. She’s what’s been missing from my life.

“Let's have breakfast tomorrow.” My voice made her jump. She was lost, deep in thought.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“Come on, our best friends are getting married in three days. I’d like to not be walking on eggshells the whole time.”

She pauses for a long moment. Obviously weighing up every pro and con she can think of if she’s still the Sara I knew.

“Fine.”

“Great,” I smile. “Where are you staying? We could eat there, or I could pick you up,” I know I’m rambling.

“No. We’ll meet at your hotel. I’m sure it’s a lot nicer.”

I agree with her. Hell, at this moment, I’d agree to anything. She’s willing to meet with me at least. I give her the name of my hotel, and we agree to meet at 9:30. If she’s anything like I remember, she’ll be there by 9:15. God, I’ve missed this woman. Her Uber pulls up, and she can’t move quick enough to get inside.

“See you tomorrow,” she shouts, closing the door.

I smile and wave her off. Fuck me. I’m in trouble. Sara was always the one that got away.

I decideto go for a walk and try to clear my mind. As if sensing I was thinking about him, Bryan’s name comes up on my phone.

“Hey” I say, waiting for Bryan to blow up.

“You ok?” Asked Bryan.

“What?” I’m confused as all hell. Not the calm and collected Bryan I was expecting. Maybe Catherine had just blown him. Ok, not where I want my thoughts going. “I’m fine.” Liar!


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