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As if he senses me watching him, his deep-set charcoal eyes move in my direction, and my back stiffens. I hold in a breath when he scoots out his chair, gives Maven a quick peck on the top of her head, and walks towardme.
Oh,shit.
Shit. Shit.Shit.
The first few buttons are undone on his chambray shirt, exposing the top of his broad chest, and the sleeves are tight around his muscular arms. He’s not fit from spending seven days a week at the gym. No, he’s naturally buff, and the manual labor he does now only amplifiesit.
Was driving me crazy his goal tonight?No doubt Hudson told him I’d behere.
I move my gaze from one side of the room to the other, desperately searching for the nearest exit, as he gets closer. I’m his chosen target. I bite my lip at the realization that I’ll have to walk past him to leave. The determination on his face assures me that I’m not going anywhere until he gets what hewants.
I shove the remainder of the cupcake in my mouth and silently give myself a pep talk to make it through this conversation without plowing my heel into his balls. I stupidly run my hands over my dress after swallowing down the last bite and then cringe at the pink frostingsmear.
Realsmooth.
So much for appearing cool andcollected.
This hot-mess look won’t make him regret kicking you out of hisbed.
I tense when he reaches me, and he shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans, staring at me with affliction. The thread around his shirt buttons stretches when he leans back on his heels and waits for myresponse.
“Willow.” He releases my name like an announcement, and the familiar scent of him drifts up my nostrils, a mix of regret and whiskey with small notes ofcedar.
It’s comforting at first since I’ve always felt a sense of security when he is around, but then I remember what hedid.
I settle my hand against the wall to keep me from falling on my ass. “Dallas,” I reply with a sneer. “Fancy seeing youhere.”
“It’s my brother’sengagement.”
My mouth slams shut, and my gaze drops to the floor at my stupidity. “Oh, yeah …right.”
Silencepasses.
I don’t look at him when I lift my head back up. Instead, I avert my attention to the people dancing, laughing, and having a good time in the room, wishing it wereme.
Hell, three months ago, that would’ve been me. I cast a glance to his mom and dad.Do they know what we did? That he screwed my brains out onenight?
He clears his throat to gain my attention again. I give in and focus on his broad-jawed face. He’s staring at me in gentleness, almost pity, which surprisesme.
“How long are you in town for?” heasks.
“Two days.” My initial plan was to fly in and out within the same day, but Hudson begged me to stay longer forStella.
“Get breakfast with me in themorning.”
His question startles me. The breakfast offer is a little too late. That should’ve happened on our morningafter.
“I’m not much of a breakfastperson.”
He scratches his cheek. “Grabcoffee?”
“I don’t drink coffee.” This is the truth. Never been a coffee fan. Never willbe.
“What the hell do you do in the morningthen?”
“Sleep.”Get sick. Roll around in my sheets, wishing I could turn backtime.
He pulls his free hand from his pocket and slides closer into myspace.
