THE DIVORCE GAMBIT From Dumped Wife to CEO's Forever novel Chapter 200

Gordon's lips curled into a rare smile. "Well, what do you know? There's actually something you can't do."

Caitlin laughed. "Seems like I must be pretty impressive in your eyes, Master Ninth!"

"You are impressive," he replied, nodding with a sincerity that caught her off-guard.

She'd expected him to tease her back, but his straightforward agreement left her a bit embarrassed.

"Catie, wait here a sec. I'm going to grab us a bike."

"But I don't know how to ride a bike."

"That's fine—I do. There are some with backseats over there. I'll take you," Gordon said, already heading off.

"Alright, go ahead," Caitlin replied, giving a small nod.

Gordon returned quickly, wheeling over a little blue bike.

He propped one foot on a pedal, the other on the pavement, then shot her a sidelong look. "Hop on, Catie."

It was just an ordinary bicycle, but somehow he made it look like a million-dollar sports car. That was the power of confidence, she thought—the very definition of standing out in a crowd.

Caitlin played along, perching herself sideways on the backseat, one hand holding her phone, the other lightly resting on his slim, strong waist.

"Hang on tight, Catie," Gordon called back as the wind picked up.

She grinned. "Wait, are you actually going to speed on this thing?"

"Of course!" Gordon replied, a hint of pride in his voice. "Back in school, nobody could out-ride me."

Caitlin raised an eyebrow. "Says the guy who's bragging."

The words had barely left her lips when the bike shot forward, picking up surprising speed. The wind whipped across her cheeks, and she instinctively tightened her arms around his waist to keep her balance.

Turns out, he wasn't exaggerating after all.

Gordon felt her arms circle him, and a rush of energy shot through his legs. Out of Caitlin's line of sight, his lips curled into a pleased, boyish smile.

The night air tasted sweet—almost intoxicating.

Following the GPS, they arrived at the food stand Caitlin had mentioned in just ten minutes. By now, a line had already formed.

Caitlin hopped off. "I'll get in line. You park the bike and come find me."

"Will do."

As he watched her walk away, Gordon's expression grew a little complicated. He was starting to regret pedaling quite so fast.

After locking up the bike, he jogged over to her. "Catie, there's an ice cream stand over there. What flavor do you want? I'll grab us some."

"Chocolate, please."

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