Dirty Sexy Alphas (Twenty Book Box Set) - Hannah Ford Page 0,2

booth, crossing my legs at the ankle. “Alright. And how do we know who’s right?”

“I’ll wait until we’re ready to go and then asked someone. Now let’s see… Hmmm, suits, but no ties, so nothing too stuffy. Not enough black to be a funeral reception.”

“Thank god,” I said drily. I turned to the room, taking in its occupants. “Looks like some kind of work function to me.”

She leaned forward on her elbows, studying the room. “How can you tell?”

“Doesn’t really look like anyone came as a couple.” I scoot over, so Annie and I are hip to hip. “See? No one is leaning into one another, no one has their arms around each other. These people look like colleagues or something.”

She nods, sipping at her drink as she scans the people in the room. “Good call. So not a rehearsal dinner or engagement party, then. Some kind of business thing.”

We fell silent, scanning the room for clues. “Hey… isn’t that the mayor?” I said, nodding toward a tall, elegant woman in a smart black dress and pearls. “I mean I don’t know her, but it looks like the billboard.”

“Oh, actually, I think you’re right. And that guy standing next to her is Earl Thomas,” she said.

I recognized the founder of Thomas International, a nationwide shipping company. They employed half the town.

“Okay, so definitely a business function,” I said, warming up to the challenge. I was Nancy Drew, piecing together the clues. Better than a night stuck at home, playing scrabble with my brother and dad, anyway. “Alright then. If I had to guess what they were celebrating, I’d go with—”

“The launch of Prestige Sports Medicine Center,” came a voice from behind us.

I stiffened, the honey-toned voice washing over me. It couldn’t be. He hadn’t been back in years. There was no way…

“Landon,” Annie said, darting me a look. “Long time no… uh, talk.”

I closed my eyes, raking in a deep, steadying breath and wishing I’d had about six more drinks. Maybe then my heart wouldn’t be hammering so hard I could hear it in my ears. Maybe then, I wouldn’t want to stand up, stare him straight in the eyes, and slap the hell out of him.

Instead, I twisted in the booth, trying to act as unaffected a possible. “Landon,” I said coolly.

“Taryn,” he said back, the edges of his lips curling. The image of him, smiling down in that self-assured, almost arrogant way, slammed me back three years. To all the times he looked at me like that, to all the times I grinned back, flirting with the edge of danger, until the day I’d jumped right off.

And regretted that choice every day since.

“What are you doing here?” I asked. I was doing my best to hide my shock. It was like trying to pretend that you didn’t notice the earthquake happening all around you—the tidal wave about to smash everything you knew to bits.

“I could have asked you the same thing,” he responded.

I narrowed my eyes. “I live here.”

He chuckled. “You live in a bar?”

Ugh, playing dumb did not suit this man, with his startling blue eyes that saw everything. He knew exactly what I meant.

“Not here,” I snapped. “I’m talking about Orting. You haven’t set foot in this town in three years, since--” I caught myself just I time, my mouth growing dry. “In three years,” I finished.

He gripped the edge of the table, leaning in until he was close.

Too close. Annie faded beside me, and I could only stare back, remembering the last time we looked at each other like this.

“And yet,” he said, as his lips curled into a wolfish grin, revealing his teeth. “Here I am.”

I swallowed, ignoring the rich scent of his cologne, something light years different than the stuff he used to wear. More… mature, just like the man standing in front of me, filling out the shoulders of his black sports jacket. “Why?” I managed to ask.

“I told you,” he said, standing upright again. “To celebrate the opening of the Prestige Sports Medicine Center.”

I finally was able to let the air rush back into my lungs, and my head cleared a tiny bit. I snorted. Tried to act nonchalant, like his proximity wasn’t effecting me.

Tried to treat him as the twenty-two year old who left me behind, and not like this man, who dressed too sharply to belong in this town. Tried to pretend he didn’t fill out his jacket in a way he had no right doing.

I crossed my arms,