“Why all the hostility?” he muttered. Gail came to her feet. “What hostility?” Whatever they’d given him made him groggy, but even then he could tell she was covering up. “You two act like you want to choke each other.” “So what’s new?” She laughed, and Ian did, too, but their eyes were cold when they met and their smiles seemed brittle. “Something. I can feel it.” He glanced between them. “I thought we’d called a truce, that we were all playing on the same team again.” “We are,” Gail told him. “Ask anyone—you and I are madly in love and having wild sex at your Beverly Hills mansion. Everything is fine. Right on track.” Except that she was treating him like he’d lost his mind—was probably wondering what kind of crazy man she’d gotten involved with. Damn… Somehow, despite all his good intentions and effort, he’d screwed up again.
