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“You’re too fucking sexy to look sad,” he says.
“I’m not sad. I just miss my cell phone.”
“Me too.” He slides a hand around my waist and lowers his voice. “Why haven’t you ever worn this dress out with me before?”
“It’s brand-new.”
“I’m looking forward to taking it off you later.”
“If I let you.”
“Funny.” He presses a kiss against my cheek. “Have you seen anyone from my office here?”
“The district attorney is tasting beer by the Triborough Bridge.”
“I meant someone I actuallywantto talk to.”
I laugh. “No, but Seth mentioned—”
“There you two are!” Lauren’s voice interrupts our conversation. “Brett and Genevieve, this is my first serious boyfriend, the one you both claim doesn’t exist. Liam Peterson, these are my…”
The rest of her words come in muted and my entire world shifts off its axis.
She said his name was Liam Peterson, but the man I see is LiamDonovan, and he’s standing in front of me with his hand outstretched for Brett, his eyes on mine. He’s still as breathtakingly beautiful as he was on the last night I saw him. The night he spent inside me.
“Nice to meet you, Brett,” he says.
“Nice to meet you as well,” Brett answers.
He lets go and offers me his hand, and I slowly move to take it.
“Genevieve,” he says, and my body awakens to his slight touch.
Our memories begin to flood my brain and I can’t utter a single word.
This can’t be happening.
“He used to teach at Exeter, Genevieve!” Lauren exclaims. “I think you were there around the same time he was! Small world, huh?”
“Too small.” I croak, letting go of his hand.
“Don’t forget to grab a disco glass for the ball drop,” she says. “They cost six hundred dollars each and you can sell it on eBay.” She winks at us before pulling Liam away and introducing him to someone else.
“I didn’t know you went to Exeter, babe.” Brett pulls me close. “Why didn’t I know that?”
It’s a part of my life I’ve been trying to forget.“I’m pretty sure I mentioned it to you in passing before.”
“Probably.” He kisses my forehead. “What else are you hiding from me?”
You don’t want to know.
* * *
At midnight, a one hundred piece orchestra serenades the crowd with “Auld Lang Syne,” and everyone stares at the shimmering ball above. In the distance, a larger ball hangs in the distance for the people on the streets.
I can’t focus on it, though.
I’m staring at Liam, and he’s staring at me.
