Chloe Bennett
His eyes dance in delight as he looks around the bar, and then his eyes come back to meet mine.
“What about me?”
“What are you thinking?”
“Yes.”
Our eyes lock . . . s**t, I promised myself that I wouldn’t be a drama queen tonight, and that is a surefire question to wind me up. I could go to town on what a jackass he’s been . . . and I will later.
“Right now?” I ask.
“Yes.” His eyes are dark as he watches me. “It’s good to see you.”
He gives me a slow, sexy smile and leans toward me.
“It is.” He cups my face in his hand, and my heart stops. “Although that wasn’t all I was thinking.”
“No,” I breathe. “I know.”
He smiles as if fascinated, our faces only millimeters apart.
“Why don’t you tell me what else I was thinking?”
His eyes drop to my lips.
“You were wonderin
