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</span>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Rafael was well aware that he had struck a nerve. His bright eyes flashed upward at her and he did very little to stop his brows from pulling in. His lips were a fine line and his grip on the glass was much tighter than necessary.<br/>
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<i>“Don’t drink that.”</i><br/>
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Was she serious? Here she was practically fighting any chance of them being able to have a civil conversation about what happened and now she was trying to pretend that she at all cared about him? He wasn’t an idiot. Rafael was very much aware of the fact that she was furious with him still. The life he was living with Danielle was a life he had promised her and at the time it did see m liable. Sure there were plenty of mistresses who expected to marry the man of their dreams, but Rafael actually made it seem like Aven would be one of the few woman who made it to that point . Choosing Danielle over her had to be hard and by how much she was trying to avoid the conversation, he could tell that she was still affected.<br/>
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Had he not suggested drinks, Aven would’ve pretended like those years they spent together never happened or didn’t mean a thing. She was willing to happily let them get through their days working with each other as though it would be like it always had been. She was wrong though. Rafael could sense the tension and at some point one of them was going to crack. Besides, with Danielle more than likely coming to the grand opening , she couldn’t suspect that it would be all peace between the two of them . They worked better with one another when they were honest and open with each other and pretending that they hadn’t fucked and that he hadn’t broken. Her heart was going to do more damage than good.<br/>
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“Why’s that Aven? You think I can’t control myself?” That said, her opinion did matter. Hell she still mattered to him and while he was throwing a bit of a hissy fit, he had to admit to himself that  she cared. She did care about him and he was trying to bully her into admitting it to him. Why? Rafael couldn’t really say. Some part suggested the possibility  that seeing her so suddenly had reignited those feelings he had for her because they hadn’t ever left, he had just tucked them away in the attic. Memories of Aven were kind of like old pictures of an exgirlfriend that you just couldn’t part with, but had to stick in a book your wife wouldn’t find them.<br/>
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This he missed.<br/>
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As much as it. was a pain in the ass for them both to have this tension with one another – feeling anything with Aven always felt ten times more intense than with Danielle. Like in the past, even when annoyed with her all he could think about was kissing her – about how much he lov-<br/>
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Rafael pushed the drink from him. “Did you miss me?” Suddenly he needed to know that she thought of him. What he had done was in the best interest for his family but not for him, but if Aven had been able to really move on so easily, then maybe it was for the best. If she said yes, the drink would remain untouched and he’d be sure to make sure she got into her car safe.<br/>
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If not – well he’d need a little liquid courage before going home and explaining how his ex-mistress had popped back into his life.</span></div>