Page 69 of Pink

But she sure looked like it.

“Although to be fair to the bartender,” Lev added in a murmur, “he wasn’t the only man in this place that couldn’t stop staring at you. I think every single man in here—”

“But I was only looking at you, right?”

“At, or for?”

Gigi wet her lips, and drummed her black-painted, stiletto fingernails to the glass in front of her. “Could it be both?”

“I thought you wanted to catch up?”

Unashamed and brazen, her sexy smile turned on him when she replied, “I do … maybe more than I should. Part of me thinks we never really finished what we started, Lev.”

“I didn’t know we started anything.”

“We wouldn’t be sitting in this bar if we hadn’t.”

Well …

Lev barked out a hard laugh. A shitty attempt to hide the fact that her words and their frank truth slammed into his chest like a wrecking ball. “All right, let’s catch up.” He spun sideways on the stool, facing her entirely with the beer firm in his palm. He tipped the bottle up for a sip, fully enjoying the way she watched his throat bob with every swallow. Setting it back to the bar but not turning back in his seat, he said, “Tell me all about Gigi Rey, sweetheart.”

Gigi rolled her twinkling eyes and waved a hand high. “Her? She’s nobody.”

“Never heard a worse lie.”

That had them both laughing. Hard and without care about who was watching. And fuck him … he forgot how beautiful she was when she let go like that.

So, yeah.

Maybe they did need to catch up.