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How had he found her? She had thought that she was safe, that she had time, that she would be able to figure things out. He wasn’t supposed to be here. He wasn’t supposed to be standing in Je
And Bre
Now, what could she do? Bre
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But if Reid saw her with Bre
As she saw it, she had two choices, neither of which she wanted to face. She could confront Reid right here, something she had never prepared for, and watch him go ballistic, potentially hurting her and Bre
All she had to do was figure out why Reid was here and how he had found her. She couldn’t do much else.
Devon’s whole body was trembling, and she was sure that Reid saw the shock all over her face. Heat rose to the surface of her skin. Her body flushed all over. And all she could do was stand there and stare at him. It had been two-and-a-half months since she had last seen him. It was the longest amount of time she had been away from him in nearly three years.
Devon could see what she had fallen for all those years ago. He wore the requisite prep look like a second skin. It was a trait he had acquired long ago when he had attended an all-boys private school in the Kansas City suburbs. He had perfected it when he had pledged a fraternity at Wash U. His height had gotten him the quarterback position in high school, but he hadn’t been good enough to play Division I in college. Pride had kept him from going to a lower division. He had used the legacy factor from his father as the reason he didn’t play in college. Most of all, Reid just seemed like the perfect guy—smart, confident, ambitious.
But then, she also saw what she hadn’t seen when they had first started dating. His smile was a promise, telling her she was in a lot of fucking trouble without even saying a word. His eyes were icy, threatening her with just a glance. His height didn’t just make him taller than her; it was a power struggle. He had to take up the room and break her down, make her less than nothing. His entire presence was sinister.
And she could do better.
It was a scary thought.
“Hey, Dev,” Reid said, still not making a move toward her.
“Hey,” she whispered. “Wha…what are you doing here?”
“It’s good to see you, too,” he said, smiling that terribly beautiful smile in her direction.
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She didn’t miss that he didn’t answer her question. She hadn’t asked what she wanted to know the most. Not what was he doing here, but how had he found her? She didn’t think that one would go over well.
“How have you been?” he asked.
Devon swallowed. This sounded like a trick question. “Fine.”
“I’ve missed you.”
Devon couldn’t bring herself to smile. Her insides twisted, and she did everything she could not to look away.
“You didn’t return my messages,” he said, taking a step closer this time.
“I accidentally left my phone at home,” she told him.
She wanted to run. She wanted to turn around and run away from him…into Bre
“Well, I’m glad I found you then. We have a lot to talk about.”
She knew what his talking looked like. “I have to work,” she said softly.
He smiled like he knew she was trapped. “I’ll wait.”
What could she say to that? No, get the fuck out! Yeah right! He was coiled up like a viper ready to strike, and she wasn’t going to poke him.
“It won’t be long. I can meet you somewhere,” she offered, wanting nothing more than for him to leave right now.
He chuckled, and even that sounded threatening. Maybe everything about him was a threat to her now because she knew how dangerous he was.
“I think I’d rather stay. I could use a drink.”
Fuck! No. No. No. He could not have a drink. Bad idea. Really bad idea. Bre
“Take one of my tables, and I’ll go get you one,” she said, her voice struggling to remain calm. “Crown, right?”
“Don’t worry about it, Dev,” he said, walking up to her. “I’ll just go to the bar. We can talk after you get off work.”
“Okay,” she whispered, knowing it was anything but okay.
He reached forward and squeezed her hand. “You look good,” he said, raking his eyes over her body. Then, he released her, turned, and walked directly toward the bar, toward Bre
Her heart deflated, and air burst out of her mouth in a whoosh. She reached out, grabbed one of the booths, and held on for dear life. She couldn’t even turn around to look at Bre
It took everything she had to return to her tables and act like nothing was wrong. She had never worked so hard in her life. She was trying so desperately not to look at Bre
Devon didn’t know what she was going to do when her shift ended. She had been ru
The after-hours crowd started filling the room, which made the distraction a bit easier. She still had a hard time looking over to see Reid sitting at the bar, but at least, Bre
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