A Calculated Charade

Stop right there. For heaven’s sake, Phoebe, where is your mind galloping off to?

Dane’s voice cut through the cabin. “Staring at me like that—regretting the breakup?”

“Not even close.” Phoebe yanked her gaze back to the windshield. Decisively ending things back then was, in her book, the single smartest move she had ever made.

Had she hesitated, she might have fallen for that dangerously handsome