Chapter Three
“Well, hello again.”
Alison was zipping her purse, having just pulled cash from the ATM, and she turned to take in the hot guy from the restaurant. He was wearing a gray wool coat, dressy, classy, and was walking right toward her.
“Hey there,” was all she managed to get out as she took in his smile—for her? She fought the urge to look over her shoulder, expecting him to be talking to someone else, but he stopped right in front of her.
“Alison, right?”
“Yeah, that’s right. How did you…?” she started, taking in his dimples as his smile flashed. The man sure had a way of giving everything when he looked at her. She tried to figure out how old he was. Mid-twenties, she thought.
“One of my talents is remembering faces and names. I’m Bennett Warren.” He held out his large han
