Chapter 39

"How's this dessert?" Amaya asked as she held out the chef’s chocolate mint cake, wishing Chase would take the damn thing before it tumbled from her shaking hands.

They had been silent during their late lunch, and it was making Amaya nervous.

This meal was supposed to set her mind at rest—a pre-wedding get-together to discuss plans and take the edge off her nerves.

So far, it hasn’t worked.

How could it work when Chase kept looking at her like she was a damn lemon pie with chilli? It made her self-conscious.

"Oh, well, at least my pasta is not overcooked. Anyway, thanks, that looks delicious."

His gaze flicked over her, appreciation lighting his eyes, and she had no doubt he wasn’t talking about the cake.

She’d spent an hour deciding what to wear, aiming for casual yet wanting to make him look twice. After five changes, she’d finally decided on a green yoke-waist skirt and white crop top that fitted like a second skin. The fresh tones highlighted her hair and skin to perfection.

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