heard a husky voice beside me break through
the clutter. “Holy Fuck!” I turned to see who was dropping Fbombs here in this
swanky restaurant. For some reason it prickled my nerves. Prepared to make a
snotty comment to the foul mouthed diner, I stopped short when I saw who it
was.
He was tall,
6’3” or so if I had to guess, with brown hair, cut short, but still hinting at
a slight wave. He wore slight scruff along his jaw. It was sexy. His eyes
were a unique shade of dark blue. In the dim light they took on a dark grey
tone that commanded my full attention. He wore dark jeans, faded just right
and hanging seductively at his hips in that way that made you need to touch
him. He wore a simple black button down, but it clung to the hard lines of
muscle beneath. He was beautiful. As I took in his face, I saw his mouth turn
up in a familiar smirk. I knew that smirk well. I knew it because it was
forever etched into my memory. I felt the smile widening on my face as I shook
my head in disbelief. “Holy Fuck!” I echoed. It. Was. Owen.
He laughed at
my words. “What the hell are you doing in Dallas, Ally?” he asked. His eyes
were alight with humor. I was sure he felt the same sense of surrealism that I
did. What were the chances that we would meet like this, completely random, in
a city that neither of us even lived? The whole thing seemed completely
impossible.
“I’m having
dinner with some clients,” I said. The room seemed to be spinning a little.
The hum around us seemed to be louder as I tried to focus on him. “What are
you doing here?” I asked.
“Out with some
college friends. Remember, I mentioned it,” he smiled, teasing me.
“Right,” I
laughed. “Just like I mentioned I had client meetings,” I pointed out.
“Funny how we
never happened to mention that these things were taking place here,” he said.
His eyes were holding me in place, so much like they used to in the past. God,
it was unnerving.
“What are the
chances?” I asked leaning back against the bar. I felt like I needed to put
some space in between us all of a sudden. I was so glad to see him, but now
that he was here, in the flesh I was having a little bit of trouble breathing.
He looked amazing. Just being close to him was making my heart beat faster.
There was a charge around him and it felt like it was sucking me in.
“Yeah, this is
definitely a wonderful surprise,” he said. He waited a beat and then laughed.
“Give me a hug,” he said moving in to me. He wrapped his arms around me and I
suddenly remembered how much I’d always loved his hugs. They had a way of
making you feel like he had really missed you. I took in his scent as we
embraced. The combination of body wash and cologne was heady. I closed my
eyes as I took it in. He held me longer than I would have thought, but when he
stepped back I found myself wishing he had held me just a bit longer. He smiled
down at me and I could see the hint of the boy I had known long before.
“So…you’re
here with your clients?” he asked, looking around to see who I was with.
“Yes, they are
at a table over there,” I nodded across the room. I was getting us some
drinks. We are waiting on a table.”
He nodded. “We
were just finishing up here,” he said. “We’re about to head over to a bar on 53 rd .
Maybe you could come by after you finish with your meeting,” he suggested, his
gaze once again demanding my full attention.
My head spun.
The past five minutes had thrown me for a loop. None of it felt real. Here I
am, working on this big account and now all of a sudden Owen is standing in
front of me after nearly ten years and he’s asking me to meet up with him
later. I could hardly even form a sentence.
“Um…yeah,” I
stumbled out. I shook my head and tried to shake the fuzzy from my brain.
He smiled down
at me. “I’d love to catch up.” His eyes
the clutter. “Holy Fuck!” I turned to see who was dropping Fbombs here in this
swanky restaurant. For some reason it prickled my nerves. Prepared to make a
snotty comment to the foul mouthed diner, I stopped short when I saw who it
was.
He was tall,
6’3” or so if I had to guess, with brown hair, cut short, but still hinting at
a slight wave. He wore slight scruff along his jaw. It was sexy. His eyes
were a unique shade of dark blue. In the dim light they took on a dark grey
tone that commanded my full attention. He wore dark jeans, faded just right
and hanging seductively at his hips in that way that made you need to touch
him. He wore a simple black button down, but it clung to the hard lines of
muscle beneath. He was beautiful. As I took in his face, I saw his mouth turn
up in a familiar smirk. I knew that smirk well. I knew it because it was
forever etched into my memory. I felt the smile widening on my face as I shook
my head in disbelief. “Holy Fuck!” I echoed. It. Was. Owen.
He laughed at
my words. “What the hell are you doing in Dallas, Ally?” he asked. His eyes
were alight with humor. I was sure he felt the same sense of surrealism that I
did. What were the chances that we would meet like this, completely random, in
a city that neither of us even lived? The whole thing seemed completely
impossible.
“I’m having
dinner with some clients,” I said. The room seemed to be spinning a little.
The hum around us seemed to be louder as I tried to focus on him. “What are
you doing here?” I asked.
“Out with some
college friends. Remember, I mentioned it,” he smiled, teasing me.
“Right,” I
laughed. “Just like I mentioned I had client meetings,” I pointed out.
“Funny how we
never happened to mention that these things were taking place here,” he said.
His eyes were holding me in place, so much like they used to in the past. God,
it was unnerving.
“What are the
chances?” I asked leaning back against the bar. I felt like I needed to put
some space in between us all of a sudden. I was so glad to see him, but now
that he was here, in the flesh I was having a little bit of trouble breathing.
He looked amazing. Just being close to him was making my heart beat faster.
There was a charge around him and it felt like it was sucking me in.
“Yeah, this is
definitely a wonderful surprise,” he said. He waited a beat and then laughed.
“Give me a hug,” he said moving in to me. He wrapped his arms around me and I
suddenly remembered how much I’d always loved his hugs. They had a way of
making you feel like he had really missed you. I took in his scent as we
embraced. The combination of body wash and cologne was heady. I closed my
eyes as I took it in. He held me longer than I would have thought, but when he
stepped back I found myself wishing he had held me just a bit longer. He smiled
down at me and I could see the hint of the boy I had known long before.
“So…you’re
here with your clients?” he asked, looking around to see who I was with.
“Yes, they are
at a table over there,” I nodded across the room. I was getting us some
drinks. We are waiting on a table.”
He nodded. “We
were just finishing up here,” he said. “We’re about to head over to a bar on 53 rd .
Maybe you could come by after you finish with your meeting,” he suggested, his
gaze once again demanding my full attention.
My head spun.
The past five minutes had thrown me for a loop. None of it felt real. Here I
am, working on this big account and now all of a sudden Owen is standing in
front of me after nearly ten years and he’s asking me to meet up with him
later. I could hardly even form a sentence.
“Um…yeah,” I
stumbled out. I shook my head and tried to shake the fuzzy from my brain.
He smiled down
at me. “I’d love to catch up.” His eyes
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