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“Have you lost your mind?” Isabelle’s face went completely white.
What the hell had he just done? Mistake, mistake, mistake. Sirens blared, alarm bells rang.
Where had that come from? He hadn’t thought it out, the way he did most things. He’d just opened his mouth and out had come a—proposal. Of all things.
“It’s always possible,” he admitted.
“Is this some kind of business thing? Like you want to put some of your companies under another name, but it’s still really you?”
“This isn’t some white collar crime show.”
She gestured impatiently, nearly knocking over the wine glass. “You’re the one who said you’re all about business. You need your board members to like you more. And for some reason you’re turning to me.”
“What if I just want to be with you?”
Her forehead wrinkled in as
