Try (Temptation Series)(115)

“At least you’re on time today,” were the first words out of her mouth.

“Jesus, do you ever say anything nice anymore?”

She looked at her tailored dress and pretended to brush a piece of lint off of it, and then she glanced back at him. “I can. I just don’t want to. Besides, don’t crawl all over me for stating the damn truth. ”

“Why? What did I ever do to you that was so bad, Diana?”

Aiming a look at him that should have made his balls shrivel up and die, she leaned over the table and placed her hands on top of it. “Gee, let me think. Letting our marriage fall apart.”

“That was not my fault alone, and you know it.”

Sitting back in her chair, she shrugged and crossed her arms. “You were always pigheaded, Tate. You never take responsibility for anything.”

“Bullshit. I take responsibility for every goddamn action I make.”

“Oh, I know you take credit for leaving. That’s the easy part. But what about the reason why? You never admit to any fault when it comes to the why,” she sneered.

“Excuse me?”

“The fault, Tate. You never took any blame for what was your fault. It was only due to your laziness that we ended up where we are, and you know it.”

“Lazy? How can you sit there and say I was lazy? I worked two jobs the entire time we were together.”

“Lazy when it came to us. You just didn’t give a shit. Then, you quit. Just walked right out the damn door. You didn’t even care that your family loved me, that I loved them.”

Tate ran a frustrated hand over his face. Where was Logan’s brother? Sighing, he dropped his arm down onto the table. “Funny, in that entire sentence you never once said that you loved me or that I loved you.”

Unexpectedly, Diana reached across the table and clasped Tate’s hand. “But you did, didn’t you?”

Tate looked into the eyes of the woman he thought he’d once loved, and all he could think of were blue eyes, glasses, and a stubbled jaw.

“Whatever I did or didn’t feel burned itself out long ago.”

“And now you feel nothing?”

Tate considered her question carefully, trying to gauge her angle. “Am I supposed to?”

So quietly he almost didn’t hear her, Diana whispered, “Maybe, if you tried.”

Just as he was about to pull his hand away and ask her if she’d forgotten she was engaged, the conference room door opened and in walked Cole followed closely by—

Logan. What the hell?

Both of them looked as formal and businesslike as they possibly could.

Immediately, Tate saw Logan size up the situation. Those eyes he had just been imagining zoomed in on the hand that was covering his own, and as Tate removed his, Logan’s eyes lifted and locked with his.

“We’re sorry we got held up,” Cole stated. “Mr. Morrison, it seems your lawyer is running late.”

Diana let out a snort of laughter that had everyone turning to face her, and Logan then tilted his head to the side studying her for the first time as one would a petulant child.

“Is something amusing, Ms. Cline?”

Under Logan’s direct stare, Tate watched Diana straighten her spine and lift her chin. “No. Is there a reason you’re even here? I was under the impression you were only needed if Mr. Madison wasn’t available, and clearly,” she stated as she turned to Cole, who Tate only now realized was staring at him with a pensive look on his face, “he is.”

“Oh yes, I’m here for a reason,” Logan announced as he unbuttoned his suit jacket and brushed it aside to slide his hands into his pants pocket.

And yeah, Tate thought, he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.

Tate felt his palms sweat as he stared at the man squaring off with Diana, and he wondered for a split second just how far Logan’s outrageous behavior extended. Would he really say something to her just to gain the upper hand?

“I’m here for Mr. Morrison. I need him,” Logan stated and moved toward the conference room door. When he reached it, he looked back over his shoulder to Diana, who was completely ignoring him, and promised in a voice that seemed to have a direct link to Tate’s cock, “His lawyer wants to speak to him. Don’t worry, I’ll send him back to you as soon as he’s done,” and then he left.

Tate’s erection noticeably throbbed between his legs, and he was curious about how exactly Logan expected him to get up and walk out after the sensual threat he’d just heard in his voice. Several seconds passed, and it wasn’t until Cole moved to stand beside Diana that Tate looked up at the blond guy and saw him raise his brows.