Destiny's Delta - Becca Jameson Page 0,2

him since after high school. He melted her resolve when he spoke to her. If she let him get to her, really corner her and force her to speak to him, she feared she would share all her secrets. Secrets she would take to the grave.

“I didn’t know you were in town,” he stated before he glanced at her friends. “Ladies.” He nodded toward each of them.

“You must be Trent,” Libby said. A second later, she gasped, and Destiny assumed Bex had kicked her under the table.

Trent smiled at her, obviously not unaware that it was extremely telling that this stranger knew who he was without introductions. “I am.” He held out a hand. “And you are?”

“Libby,” she breathed out, a bit starstruck. Not surprising. She had a thing for men in uniform. She sat up straighter, which did very little to make her four-foot eleven frame seem larger. “This is Christa, Bex, and Shayla,” she continued, pointing around the table.

Trent nodded again at each of them.

“We work together,” Christa stated.

“For the airline. Open Skies,” Libby added.

Bex said nothing, but she was leaning forward slightly. No one was unaffected by Trent.

Trent shifted his gaze back to Destiny. “Do you have a few minutes? I’d love to catch up.”

Destiny’s heart raced. She’d love nothing more than to catch up with Trent. Hell, she would enjoy doing far more than that with him, but she wouldn’t. She shouldn’t. Just being near him was dangerous to her heart and her resolve. She opened her mouth to make an excuse, but Shayla quickly scooted from the booth and grabbed Destiny’s arm to tug her across the seat. Before Destiny could wrap her head around this bad idea, she was standing—swaying really—in front of Trent.

He frowned slightly, but his eyes were still dancing as he took her arm to steady her. “I’ll bring her back to you in one piece,” he told her friends as he led her away from the security of her posse.

She glanced back, begging her friends with her eyes to intervene. Say something. They waved and shooed her off. Great. Wonderful. Just what she needed.

Trent’s hand slid down to grasp hers, and he wove through several people until they reached a corner. The noise level was lower in this spot, but Destiny’s anxiety level was higher. What does he want?

This was not good.

Chapter 2

Trent was still stunned to have found Destiny here tonight. He hadn’t seen her for months, and she hadn’t spoken to him intentionally or looked him in the eye since high school. He wasn’t stupid. He knew she’d ignored him for the last dozen years. He even understood why. But he was done with that shit. Right now.

This wasn’t a decision he’d pondered often or even recently, but the second he saw her laughing and drinking with her friends, he made the spontaneous decision to face her eye to eye and force their weird awkwardness to take a hike.

He got it. Really, he did. She’d been in love with his brother, Sean, and mourned him. It probably hurt too bad for her to face Trent and pretend everything was fine. Hell, it hurt him too. Sean might have been her fiancé, but he was Trent’s twin brother. They’d been close from the moment they were born. The pain of losing Sean was tremendous. The pain of losing his best friend at the same time had been more than he could bear.

Although that wasn’t entirely true, he’d lost his best friend more than a year before he lost Sean. He’d lost Destiny when she started dating Sean and Trent hadn’t been able to face her. The angst of watching her with his brother had been too much. So, it was entirely Trent’s fault that he’d turned his back on her while they were still in high school.

But tonight, he’d look her straight in the eye.

He backed her into the corner, angled her so her fine ass was against the wall, and crowded her. Damn, she’s gorgeous. Twelve years ago, she hadn’t quite filled out. Now…she had more of a figure. She was still slim and lithe with long legs and not an ounce of fat on her, but she had boobs and curves.

Her tight curls that had been unruly when she was a kid were tamed into submission. He kinda missed the wild look but figured she found this to be more sophisticated. Her skin was a gorgeous honey tone that everyone envied. Her father had been African American