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around to face him. “What?”

“Melissa.” He nodded his head in the direction she’d disappeared. “Her nickname around here is the Ice Princess. She’s just as frosty as the attorney she works for—the Ice Queen.”

Garrett couldn’t believe the arrogance rolling off this guy. “Let me guess, you and half the guys in this office have asked one or both of them out and were turned down.”

The guy’s confidence wavered. “Well . . . yeah.”

“So maybe instead of assigning them sexually degrading names, you should consider the possibility that they actually have good taste.”

He stormed out of the office, leaving the stunned man behind. He was furious by the time he reached his car in the parking garage. First Norfolk, then the asshole in the hallway.

Brian Norfolk was sure to call his boss, but no one there would take his claim seriously. Garrett’s reputation was too widely known for anyone to believe he’d alter his professional behavior to sleep with a woman. And even though he despised the man, he’d treated this case as he did all the ones he worked on—as if it were the most important one on earth. If anything, once Garrett let his boss know what had really happened, he might not have to worry about Norfolk at all. He hadn’t exaggerated about their stance on illegal activity. It was bad timing that Melissa had heard his comment, which would only cement Blair’s certainty that he was still a man-whore. But it was what that man had said about Melissa and Blair that burned him the most. Mostly because he’d been guilty of the very same thing in the past.

He put his hands on the top of his car, taking in deep breaths as he tried to calm down. It sucked looking into a mirror and seeing who he really was. And while he’d been sneaking judgmental glances for about a year now, it felt as if he’d just stepped in front of a full-length mirror.

Garrett Lowry was a dick.

Yet, dick or not, he still wanted Blair. He knew that with even more certainty now than he had six years ago, when he first asked her out for pizza on a cold February night in Columbia, Missouri. Maybe he didn’t deserve her, but he wanted her nonetheless. He still had no idea what, if anything, to do about it. And then he did.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and called his sister as he drove to his hotel, which was only a few blocks away.

“Garrett! Why are you calling me at this time of day?”

“Hey, Kelsey. Got time to talk?”

“Yeah, the baby’s down for a nap.”

“I’m stuck in Kansas City at Mealy Neily’s wedding.”

“I heard Nana Ruby suckered you into being a groomsman. I’m still not coming down until the rehearsal, so you’re on your own.” She laughed. “And I forgot about that nickname. I haven’t seen him in years. I take it that it still fits?”

“More than ever.”

“Well, I suspect you didn’t call to gossip about Neil, so what’s up?”

“You remember that woman I dated in law school?”

“Blair.” Her tone turned serious. “You haven’t mentioned her since you were a freaking idiot and broke up with her. What about her?”

“She’s here.”

“She’s in the wedding party?”

“She’s the bride.”

She was silent for several seconds. “Oh, Garrett. I’m so sorry.”

“I’m not sure I can do this, Kels.”

“Why?”

“Why?” he repeated. “Because she’s my ex.”

“Cut the bullshit, Garrett. You and I both know the reason you called me instead of one of your douchebag friends is because you want the truth. Just say it.”

Fear coursed through his blood. “Say what?”

“Bye.”

“Wait! Okay.” He took a breath. “I still love her. I’ve never stopped loving her. I was a fucking idiot to break up with her. I was an even bigger fucking idiot when I didn’t go to her on hands and knees years ago and apologize for being a fucking idiot.”

“Now we’re getting somewhere.” He heard the smile in her voice.

“Look, I’ve already had enough humiliation in one day without my sister adding to it.”

“What else has happened to my wittle baby bwother today?” she said in a baby voice. She had never been one to cut him slack.

“If I’m going to seek advice from you, then that last question will have to be stricken from the record. Otherwise I’ll never be able to take you seriously.”

She laughed.

“When I told my firm I had to come to K.C. for the wedding, they asked me to handle the depositions for one of