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around. “Kind of a surprise to see you here, Ressa.”
“Not as much as you,” she said, arching her brow. “And again, you dodge the question.”
“Ah . . .”
“Trey, it appears you know each other,” Max said, leaning back in his chair, cocking a brow. “Ressa, you never mentioned you’d met this troublemaker.”
“Well . . . we haven’t
exactly
met. I’ve seen him more than a few times, but I’ve never managed to get
his name
.” Ressa cocked her head.
She enunciated it this time and Trey winced.
“It’s—”
He never really managed to finished because Max started to laugh, and Max had a laugh that boomed and echoed.
“This is a story I really do need to hear,” Baron said, his voice low and packed with more innuendo than Trey would have thought possible.
Baron leaned forward then, elbows braced on the table as he studied Ressa. “You know, you look familiar to me. Have we met?”
“No,” she said, her voice politely cool, the look in her eyes frosty. Then her gaze zoomed right back in on Trey.
Max chuckled. “Come on, Ressa. Sit down.”
She huffed out a breath and started around the table, her gaze skewering into Trey.
He slumped lower into his seat, feeling both sheepish and disturbingly elated. He shifted uncomfortably to accommodate for his cock as it pulsed, reminding him of dirty dreams and fantasies he’d tried to forget.
Ressa slid into the seat next to him, bringing with her the scent that he’d
almost
managed to put out of his mind.
“So . . .” she drew out.
“So . . .” Max said, his voice underscored with laughter. “You’ve lived in Norfolk, oh . . . going on ten years now, I think. Been in that general area for most of your life. Am I right?”
Ressa just looked at him.
Max glanced past her to Trey and then asked, “All that time, and you’re a librarian but that boy’s famous face doesn’t look at all familiar to you?”
Trey could feel the rush of blood racing up to flood his face. “Max. I can take you down, old man.”
A laugh boomed out of him. “Yes, you can, Trey. Now shut up and let me have my fun . . . I’m an old man, remember?”
Chapter Seven
“Trey . . .”
She said slowly. Somebody had said it once earlier but it hadn’t registered.
A number of eyes zeroed in on her, but she was only conscious of his—those amazing blue green eyes, that seemed so very familiar now.
And that face—lean, maybe leaner than it should be, now that she thought of it. He’d cut his hair, quite a bit, and the shorter length only served to emphasize how sinfully attractive he was.
That nagging sense of familiarity—
Trey—
Her heart kicked up because she could think of only
one
Trey who was appearing at the event this weekend.
A rush of other details slammed into her mind, almost too fast for her to process everything.
I’m gonna see Uncle Bastian this time . . . is Aunt Abby making cake?
Sometimes he even makes them up. He gets paid to do that, too.
Bastian.
. . .
Trey Barnes’s younger brother was Sebastian Barnes.
Abby . . . Abigale Applegate?
She’d read about the marriage to one of the Barnes brothers. The sexy tattooed one.
Slowly, she said his name, one more time, hoping he’d correct her. “Trey,” she said softly.
He seemed focused on the table now.
“I remember Clayton telling me that you told him stories . . . that you even made them up. You got paid to do it.”
He gave her a lopsided smile. “It’s a living.”
“I imagine it is . . . Mr. Barnes.”
He lifted his head now, faced her straight on. “Yeah, well . . . I could try to do something else, but apparently the one thing I’m really good at is making shit up.”
“Somehow, that doesn’t surprise me.”
Still a little stunned, she looked over at Max, her gaze bouncing off the glass he had sitting in front of him. “I seem to recall that you owe me a drink.” That said, she snatched his mostly untouched
“Not as much as you,” she said, arching her brow. “And again, you dodge the question.”
“Ah . . .”
“Trey, it appears you know each other,” Max said, leaning back in his chair, cocking a brow. “Ressa, you never mentioned you’d met this troublemaker.”
“Well . . . we haven’t
exactly
met. I’ve seen him more than a few times, but I’ve never managed to get
his name
.” Ressa cocked her head.
She enunciated it this time and Trey winced.
“It’s—”
He never really managed to finished because Max started to laugh, and Max had a laugh that boomed and echoed.
“This is a story I really do need to hear,” Baron said, his voice low and packed with more innuendo than Trey would have thought possible.
Baron leaned forward then, elbows braced on the table as he studied Ressa. “You know, you look familiar to me. Have we met?”
“No,” she said, her voice politely cool, the look in her eyes frosty. Then her gaze zoomed right back in on Trey.
Max chuckled. “Come on, Ressa. Sit down.”
She huffed out a breath and started around the table, her gaze skewering into Trey.
He slumped lower into his seat, feeling both sheepish and disturbingly elated. He shifted uncomfortably to accommodate for his cock as it pulsed, reminding him of dirty dreams and fantasies he’d tried to forget.
Ressa slid into the seat next to him, bringing with her the scent that he’d
almost
managed to put out of his mind.
“So . . .” she drew out.
“So . . .” Max said, his voice underscored with laughter. “You’ve lived in Norfolk, oh . . . going on ten years now, I think. Been in that general area for most of your life. Am I right?”
Ressa just looked at him.
Max glanced past her to Trey and then asked, “All that time, and you’re a librarian but that boy’s famous face doesn’t look at all familiar to you?”
Trey could feel the rush of blood racing up to flood his face. “Max. I can take you down, old man.”
A laugh boomed out of him. “Yes, you can, Trey. Now shut up and let me have my fun . . . I’m an old man, remember?”
Chapter Seven
“Trey . . .”
She said slowly. Somebody had said it once earlier but it hadn’t registered.
A number of eyes zeroed in on her, but she was only conscious of his—those amazing blue green eyes, that seemed so very familiar now.
And that face—lean, maybe leaner than it should be, now that she thought of it. He’d cut his hair, quite a bit, and the shorter length only served to emphasize how sinfully attractive he was.
That nagging sense of familiarity—
Trey—
Her heart kicked up because she could think of only
one
Trey who was appearing at the event this weekend.
A rush of other details slammed into her mind, almost too fast for her to process everything.
I’m gonna see Uncle Bastian this time . . . is Aunt Abby making cake?
Sometimes he even makes them up. He gets paid to do that, too.
Bastian.
. . .
Trey Barnes’s younger brother was Sebastian Barnes.
Abby . . . Abigale Applegate?
She’d read about the marriage to one of the Barnes brothers. The sexy tattooed one.
Slowly, she said his name, one more time, hoping he’d correct her. “Trey,” she said softly.
He seemed focused on the table now.
“I remember Clayton telling me that you told him stories . . . that you even made them up. You got paid to do it.”
He gave her a lopsided smile. “It’s a living.”
“I imagine it is . . . Mr. Barnes.”
He lifted his head now, faced her straight on. “Yeah, well . . . I could try to do something else, but apparently the one thing I’m really good at is making shit up.”
“Somehow, that doesn’t surprise me.”
Still a little stunned, she looked over at Max, her gaze bouncing off the glass he had sitting in front of him. “I seem to recall that you owe me a drink.” That said, she snatched his mostly untouched
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