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made her smile every time. She loved that he was such a gentleman.
    ‘You look beautiful.’ He kissed her cheek. The chaste act soon slipped into something deeper as he drew his mouth across to her lips. It was the briefest of touches, not lasting long enough to draw attention.
    ‘Thank you,’ Sasha answered when he drew back. She sat at the small table across from him.
    Trevor reached for her hand, rubbing his finger along her palm. ‘I’ve missed you.’
    ‘It’s only been a few days since we ate at your parents.’
    ‘I can’t believe I’m a few months from being done with school.’ Trevor changed the subject, without apparent thought. ‘Mother wants me to move into my old room right after I graduate. She thinks it will be a good opportunity to watch my father at work before I officially start at the company and take my rightful place as the Kingston heir.’
    ‘So, you’ve decided to go into the family business, then?’ Sasha hid her disappointment in his words. Wasn’t it only a few days ago when he said he would never live like his parents? What changed? She glanced from her boyfriend towards the counter, looking for the waitress. The young woman stared at a customer, nodding her head with an air of boredom.
    ‘There really wasn’t any question as to whether or not I’d work for my father,’ Trevor said. ‘It is the Kingston way, after all, and I am their only son. There is no one else.’
    Sasha wasn’t sure what to say in answer to that, so she stated the obvious. ‘I thought you said you didn’t want to enter the family business.’
    She tried to hide her frown, as she studied his face. In the past, Trevor always seemed to rebel against his parents’ wishes, like when he chose to attend NYU to be a business major instead of Yale like his father. She always liked the fact that he was his own man, not letting his parents dictate his future.
    ‘That was before.’ He gave her an adorable, almost boyish look.
    ‘Before?’
    ‘Before I had to go find a job.’ He laughed. ‘At least at my father’s company I won’t be starting at the bottom. I can always leave after a few years. Plus, he’s agreed to buy me a new car and I get a healthy beginning salary with benefits.’
    ‘But you hate the idea of a daily job and you don’t drive,’ Sasha insisted, still stunned by this change. ‘You said you hate dealing with city traffic.’
    ‘That’s what I needed to talk to you about.’
    ‘We needed to talk about something? I thought we were just meeting for breakfast.’ Sasha felt sick to her stomach, not liking the guilty way he refused to meet her eyes. What was happening here? Was he joking? Worrying her on purpose? Was she dreaming?
    Trevor waved at the waitress, who instantly responded, her expression lighting up as she approached. The woman barely looked at Sasha as Trevor ordered a fat-free cappuccino.
    As soon as the woman left, Sasha asked, ‘What do we need to talk about?’
    ‘I’m moving to Switzerland.’
    ‘What?’ Sasha gasped, stiffening in her chair. Her eyes scanned the table, hoping this was some sort of elaborate joke. ‘You mean you’re moving after graduation?’ Her voice had raised an octave and she cleared her throat. ‘You’ve always talked about going to Europe after graduation.’
    ‘I’m leaving tonight.’ He leaned back in his chair, turning his charming smile onto the waitress as she dropped off the drink he ordered for Sasha.
    When the woman lingered, Sasha snapped in dismissal, ‘Thank you.’
    Trevor arched a brow at Sasha’s hard tone. When they again had privacy, he continued, ‘My father arranged for me to do the remainder of my course work there while I learn the international aspects of the business. I’ll be working the entire time. It won’t be fun at all.’
    ‘Doesn’t your father own property close to a ski resort?’ Sasha asked. She remembered Trevor mentioned it a few years back because she’d always hoped he would invite her