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“It would be impossible not to after you sweet-talked your way into borrowing my chemistry homework throughout sophomore year.” Evan was one of the best-looking guys in our grade, and everyone, including me, was obsessed with him and his whole boy-next-door personality when he transferred to Wisteria High.
Yet fast-forward ten years later, and I don’t feel the slightest buzz.
I fight my disappointment as I ask, “How are you?”
“Much better now that I found you.”
The strange sensation of being watched has me glancing over my shoulder. I expected to find Julian glaring at me, but instead, he is shooting daggers at the man standing in front of me.
“So, how have you been?” Evan’s question snatches my attention back.
“Good now that I’m back home.”
His green eyes trace the shape of my face, making me feel absolutely nothing. “Did you like San Francisco?”
“Yeah, although it’s a lot different than here.”
“I bet. There aren’t many places like Lake Wisteria.”
“And how haveyoubeen?”
He leans against the bar top. “Never been better. Took over my parents’ general store, which has a shelving unit dedicated to your décor line, by the way. We can’t keep it stocked for longer than a week.”
Blood rushes to my cheeks. “Really?”
He nods. “Locals and tourists love the idea of purchasing your goods from your hometown, so keep them coming.” Hewinks.
I feel nothing but dread and that same choking feeling when I’m reminded of my responsibilities. “Yup. Will do.”
Evan’s eyes blaze a trail down my body, but my heart doesn’t miss a beat, which tells me all I need to know.
“Listen—” I’m cut off as something firm and warm presses against my back. I turn to find Julian looming behind me with flared nostrils that look two seconds away from spouting smoke.
“Evan.” Julian’s deep, raspy voice sends a shiver down my spine.
“Julian.” Evan tips his chin.
“How are you doing?” The vein above Julian’s right eye pulses.
Evan’s eyes lock on to mine. “Better now that I found out Dahlia is here.”
“Why?” Julian’s brittle voice makes me wince.
Why?I stomp on the tip of Julian’s shoe with the sharp point of my heel. The asshole doesn’t flinch, most likely because he is made of ice.
Evan’s eyes glimmer. “Because I always thought she was cute.”
Ugh. Cute?
Julian scoffs. “Right.”
Evan’s pinched expression probably matches mine.
“How’s your brother doing, by the way?” Julian’s question comes out of nowhere.
Evan’s head tilts. “He’s good.”
They share a look I can’t decipher.
