“Told you I’d be back in time.”
Yes, he had, I thought, my knees weak. He’d also told me that he loved me. I closed my eyes, my mouth curling up to a stupid grin. “I’m looking for a new business partner,” I said. “I can tell you’d be the perfect guy for the job. Strictly professional, of course.” I leaned against his chest. “What do you think?”
“I think that’s an excellent idea,” Garrett said, pulling me around to face him. I expected a kiss, but instead he pressed a glass into my hands. “Let’s drink to second chances.”
I curled my fingers around the slender, long-stemmed flute. “That better not be what I think it is.”
“Only one way to find out, Chiara,” he said, bringing his glass against mine in a toast. “You trust me?”
I searched his face, the gold-flecked dark eyes, his wicked grin. Damn, yes, I trusted him. “To second chances,” I said and knocked back my drink.