And I reveal too much.
“Ugh, hockey.” I set the remote carefully out of his reach. Something he clocks, if the way his mouth curves up is any indication. “Between you and Jean-Michel, I can never get away from this crap.”
He’s still.
Then he slowly turns to face me, and there’s something in his eyes that I can’t read.
Something that has my heart thudding against my rib cage, that has my pulse speeding through my veins, that has me wanting to rewind the moment and take it back.
Because I’ve given Jace Henderson a piece of me.
And I may never be able to get it back.
“As in Jean-Michel Dubois?”
Twenty-Four
Jace
Jealousy tears through me.
Hot and red and devastating.
Brooks is right. Losing someone like Marie…it would fucking kill.
And losing her to a man like Jean-Michel Dubois? A good man, a protective man, a man who doesn’t fuck around with those who he claims as his?
That would be a thousand times worse.
The bottle of Oak Ridge wine on the counter—delicious when I drank it, but now churning in my stomach like battery acid.
The expensive condo.
The nice clothes.
The charity event.
She’s connected to the multibillionaire, and I have the feeling it’s not going to be in a way I enjoy, given the edgy expression that creeps onto her face. “Yes,” she says quietly. “Jean-Michel Dubois.”
Fucking hell.
“How do you know him?”
She pauses, head tilting to the side, emerald eyes studying mine, challenge in their depths, as though she already knows the answer. “How doyouknow him?”
“He’s a colleague.”
More studying, eyes locked on mine. Then she says quietly, “Jean-Michel is my boss.”
Relief and jealousy war inside me.
Relief because she’s not his when I’m desperate to make her mine.
Jealousy because he gets to work with her, gets to know her, and I’m…struggling to pick up the barest threads of what makes Marie…Marie.
“Oh,” I say. “So you work at Titan Capital?”
“I’m on his executive team. I started as his assistant but now oversee most of the corporate division.”
