All or Nothing. Catherine Mann

him three years ago. Soon, their breakup would be official and legal.

      “Thanks,” he said, cupping her face in a warm palm for an instant before straightening. At the last second, he glanced back over his shoulder. “I didn’t think it was possible, but you look even more beautiful than the night we saw La Bohème.”

      Her mouth fell open.

      The reference to that incredible night had been no accident. Conrad had known exactly what he was doing. No doubt, her savvy husband had planned his every move all day with the express purpose of turning her inside out. The only question that remained?

      Had he done so just for the satisfaction of turning her down again? Or did he want to ensure she wouldn’t back away at the last second?

      Either way, two could play that game.