He had dreaded this question since he first took the job at Jones Associates and realized she worked for the same firm. He had done his best to avoid company functions in case he ran into her. Being deliberately paired with her wasn’t something he’d planned or wanted. Lord, if this is Your idea of sorting things out between Freddie and myself, then I wish You’d find another way. He glanced over at her. “Would you believe I got cold feet?” Freddie’s look of distain cut him to the core. “Don’t give me that, Jace. Tell me the truth, you owe me that much.” “You want the truth? All right, then you can have the truth.” Jason pulled the car sharply across three lanes of traffic, ignoring Freddie’s cry of protest and the way she braced her hands against the dashboard. He swung into the exit for the service station, a little faster than he liked and hit the brakes just before the bend, tires screeching in protest. He found a space and parked. Releasing the seatbelt he twisted in the seat and faced her, all the old feelings welling up within him.
