Alexandra’s mouth dropped open.Incognito?
“I haven’t been to that club in years, but I thought that would be the right place for you,” Colton said, relaxing on the arm of the sofa. “How’d itgo?”
A shiver ran through her.Colton was amember?
“Having sex with a masked stranger isn’t my thing, but I figured, why the hell not? Swanky club. Membership must have beencostly.”
“You needed a break fromwork.”
“Well, I’m hookednow.”
Colton laughed. “No wonder you look so good. You’refinallygettinglaid.”
Crockett’s smile shot Alexandra’s heart into her throat and the haunting feeling she’d seen Crockett came racingback.
“You’re an idiot, you knowthat.”
“How many partners?” Colton asked before sipping hisdrink.
“Just the one. She’s so damned hot. I know these are casual hookups, but there’s something abouther—”
“Don’t get attached. She’s there to screw astranger.”
“I can’t stop thinking about her.” Crockett tossed back thewhiskey.
Oh. My. God. No. No. No Way.She knew exactly how he felt.It can’t be.But there had to be more than one tall, well-built man with short, dark hair and glacial blue eyes at Incognito.Not electric blue eyes. Not hiseyes.
Reality punched her in the gut and she couldn’t catch her breath. She’d been with him until the club closed at three that morning. They couldn’t get enough of each other and she hadn’t been able to shake him from her thoughts allday.
“Your connection could be married with children for all you know,” Coltonsaid.
Nope, not married. Nochildren.
“For the time being, my mystery woman is myescape.”
Oh, Crockett, if you onlyknew.
“Glad you’re having fun.” Colton poured more liquor into their glasses. “While I’m thinking about it, can you check in on Alexandra for me after the holidays? I’ll be at the Francesco Company for the rollout of CrockettBoxes.”
“Whatever you need, but I’m not sure she’ll welcome mycompany.”
“Ancient history.” Colton stashed the bottle in hiscredenza.
“She looksphenomenal.”
Heat bloomed in her chest.Right backatcha.
“Fortunately, her Goth Girl days are behind her.” Colton stifled achuckle.
Oh, be quiet,Colton!
“Alexandra Mitus will always be my Goth Girl,” Crockett said before theyleft.
As soon as her brother closed his office door, Alexandra crumpled onto Brigit’s sofa. Hunter from Incognito was Crockett Wilde. Her Crockett.No, he’s not mine.She hugged herself, but couldn’t stop trembling. When the room started to close in, she folded over so blood would rush to her head.Breathe.Deeply. She hadn’t passed out inyears.
After crushing on Crockett all through high school, they’d spent an amazing, inseparable summer together. But when she’d told him she didn’t want to go to USC, he’d sent her packing. Over the years, she’d tried to forget him, but she couldn’t. She hadn’t just given him her virginity; she’d given him herheart.
She’d been back less than a freakin’ month and yet somehow she’d found himandfucked him.I really need to broaden my taste in men.Surely there was someone else in the DC metro area worthy of a romp between the sheets. But she’d had her fun with him.Neveragain.
