lips lifted in a half smile, as if he was laughing at a private joke.
“You’re speaking in riddles. Why should they care who I spent the weekend with?” she snapped.
Nate came to stand in front of her. “Because I’m Nate Hunter—Nate Hunter Jackson.”
Nicole’s mind reeled on his words. Nate Hunter? The Nate Hunter? The reclusive billionaire who was the new head of Jackson Importers, her family firm’s arch nemesis? Her father had never had a kind word to say about Thomas Jackson, or his staff.
Hang on a minute. Nicole replayed his words in her mind. Had he said Nate Hunter Jackson?
“I see you’ve made the connection,” Nate said coolly. “And, yes, I am Thomas Jackson’s son. Sweet, isn’t it? All that time your father accused my dad of screwing around with your mother, he was actually with mine.”
Nicole looked at him in horror as his words slowly sank in, leaving her mind reeling. She hadn’t just been sleeping with a stranger over the entire weekend—she’d literally been sleeping with the enemy!
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