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“You’re killing the corporate look.” She points at the white pants, white blouse, and dark blue blazer I’m wearing. “What do you do?”
“She’s a lawyer.”
I close my eyes briefly at the sound of that voice. That smooth, seductive voice swept over me in the club the other night. I used to think Dylan’s voice was deep in high school, but it has a rasp to it now that sends a charge through me.
When I open my eyes, Sadie’s gaze is fixed behind me. “I take it you know him?”
I nod. “He’s a lawyer too.”
“Next. Who is next?” One of the baristas calls out.
“It’s my turn.” Sadie glances back at the counter. “It was good to meet you, Eden. I’m sure I’ll see you here again.”
I smile in response before she turns to approach the barista.
“Turn around, Eden.”
“I’m just here to get a coffee.”
“Eden, turn around.” His tone is clipped.
There’s no way I’m going to get out of this café without looking at Dylan, so I spin on my heel.
My gaze volleys between his ridiculously handsome face and the man standing next to him.
The blasts from the past keep coming. Seeing these two side-by-side takes me back to senior year.
“You remember Barrett Adler, don’t you?” Dylan gestures to his best friend from high school.
Barrett’s gaze travels over my face. He’s looking for a glimpse of the shy, smart girl he used to tease.
“I remember Barrett,” I shoot back.
He’s as tall as Dylan. They both hover around the six-foot-three mark. Barrett’s hair is dark brown. His eyes are a deeper shade of blue than Dylan’s.
I’d know him anywhere.
I’m tempted to ask if he works with Dylan, but his attire suggests otherwise. Barrett is dressed in a black V-neck T-shirt and jeans. The expensive dress shoes on his feet are misplaced, but the rest of his look is casual.
Dylan is the polar opposite. Today he’s wearing a dark gray suit, a white shirt, and a patterned blue tie.
He smells as expensive as he looks.
His cologne reminds me of his bed and how it felt to be there with him.
“Next.” The barista calls out again. “Ma’am, you’re next.”
“I need to go,” I glance at Dylan before my gaze lands on Barrett’s face.
He’s the lesser of two evils. I don’t have to face him in a courtroom later this month, and he’s not going to ask me to explain why I didn’t say anything at the club.
“It was good to see you again, Eden.” Barrett shoves a hand at me.
I hesitate before I reach for it. I don’t offer the same kind words back. Instead, I ask a question that I’m not sure I want to know the answer to. “Do you two come to this coffee shop often?”
Dropping my hand, Barrett laughs. “Not a chance. I still call Chicago home. I’m heading back there this afternoon.”
“I’m here every morning before work.” Dylan steps closer to me. “I live on this block.”
