My phone, still lying at my feet, dinged with a new voicemail. I reached down to pick it up, my gaze never leaving the man entering the room. I slowly approached the conference room table. Keep focused, Jennifer. Cain, my recent mystery man, lover—and the person I now hated more than anyone else—stood in front of me in all of his masculine appeal. He looked more serious than I had ever seen him and, after a momentary glare, he showed me his million-dollar smile, which lit up the room. I slowly shook my head from side to side and plastered a fake smile on my face. Anger and nervousness battled inside my body. Cain extended his hand. “You must be Jennifer, I’ve heard a lot about you from Dylan. I’m Cain Parker.” “Yes, I’m Jennifer Dunning.” I extended my hand in a robotic manner and shook Cain’s strong, soft hand. I quickly pulled it away and pointed to a nearby chair. “Please, sit.” I could feel the small gathering watching us, including my father, Jack Dunning.
