"Back in law school, you were satified with lukewarm beer."
"Back in law school, you used to take to dinner another women instead of me."
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Much as he wanted to haul her into his lap and kiss her the way he wanted to—the way he remembered—he remained still.
Waiting.
And waiting...
He saw the moment she was going to chicken out, felt a stab of panic.
Like hell, Counselor Hart.
"It's okay if you want to back down," he whispered, leaning forward slightly and bracing his arms on his knees. "I'll give you a free pass." Her eyes blazed with anger, and he resisted the urge to grin. Gotcha.
What Avery Hart seemed hell bent on forgetting was that he knew her. Knew her vices. And being accused of being a chicken was one of them. Her gaze flicked to his mouth, and he knew he had her. "I suppose one kiss can't hurt," she said softly. "Kids have been kissing in party games since forever, right?" Except we're not kids. And this is more than a game. He merely lifted his eyebrows.
She huffed out a little frustrated breath and scooted forward in her chair. "Come closer so we can make this quick."
Harry fanned his self. "All this seductive romance. I'm feeling faint."
Her eyes narrowed. "This has nothing to do with seduction. Or romance. You're trying to get under my skin, and I'm trying to prove that kissing you is so blah that it's not even worth resisting."
"Blah is not how I remember it," he said, reaching out pulling her even closer so that their knees were intertwined.
She pursed her lips and shook her head as though struggling to remember a foggy memory. "No recollection one way or the other."
Harry smiled. Leaned forward. "Liar," he whispered. "You remember every damn detail, just like I do."
She leaned forward too, her brown eyes lighting with the warrior glow he'd always admired."Counselor Styles," she said in a condescending tone. "Please. Allow me to show you exactly what we're not missing out on." Avery reached out, slender fingers wrapping around his tie, pulling his face to hers until their lips were just inches apart.
Harry responded in kind, his hands finding her hips, dragging her even closer, her breath sweet on his lips. "I dare you, Avery."
She pressed her mouth to his, firmly and purposefully, the restful kiss of a teen stuck kissing their childhood nemesis under the mistletoe.
He nearly smiled. Chicken.
She started to pull back, but Harry lifted his hand to the back of her head to hold her close. "Harry—" He stopped her words with a kiss—a real kiss, demanding and hot—and even though he thought he'd been prepared for it, the memories of what it had been like between them ripped through him.
Christ, he'd missed her.
Harry forced himself to gentle the kiss, giving her room to move away if she wanted.
She didn't.
Avery's arms went around his neck, her tongue meeting his with a small moan. Harry let out an answering groan, ten years of want leaving him hungry. For her. He yanked forward until as they were as close as they could get given their awkward seated position. Not nearly close enough, but he'd get to that. He'd get to all of it. For now he just satisfied himself with learning her taste again.
Avery was hungry too. He could tell it in the desperate pull of her lips, the way her nails dug into his neck with sweet urgency. When she finally pulled back, they were both breathing hard, and he rested his forehead against hers. "Nobody kisses like you, Avery. Nobody."
She let out a small cry of frustrated dress, pushing hard against his chest. "You don't get to say things like that to me. Not anymore."
He closed his hand over hers, pressed her palm flat against his chest, held it there. "Don't pretend there isn't something here, Counselor. You know as well as I do that we didn't end when we signed those damn divorce papers you insisted on."
"I insisted on them because you cheated, Harry. You cheated."
"Says Carrie." Avery let out a disbelieving laugh.
"You're not actually denying it? After all this time, you're trying to make it seem like my friend was the culprit in the whole shit show that was our marriage."
"Not in the marriage," he said, his own temper spiking. "Just in the sudden, throw-it-all-away-without-waiting-for-answers divorce!"
Avery's laughter broke off abruptly, and her eyes went cool. "Truth or Dare, Harry?"
He knew where this was going. Knew that the entire evening had been leading up to this.
Fine. He was ready. "Truth," he ground out.
She looked surprised by his choice. And a little wary.
"Don't back down now, Counselor," he squeezed her hand, and she yanked it back, settling in her chair and crossing her legs. The perfect picture of an attorney in control.
Except for her eyes. Those were more stormy than the blizzard outside. "Ask it, Avery."
She lifted her chin. "Did you cheat on me?"
His eyes locked on hers. Held. This was it. His chance.
"No."
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