Coming Home (Sweetwater #2)
by Courtney Lyn Batten
She narrowed her eyes and studied him a moment. He exchanged a worried look with Kendra, and the whole bar could practically see the light bulb that clicked over her head. Cassie stood up quickly, the barstool scrapping along the wood floor.
“Is he—?”
Warm breath caressed her neck as someone sat his beer bottle on the bar and leaned against it. The tiny black hairs on the nape of her neck stood on end. He leaned over her, his lips dangerously close to her exposed skin.
“Is he what?” A deep voice asked to her ear. She shivered, turning to meet the deep ebony eyes she’d seen only in her dreams for the last four years, then in that faded photograph earlier that afternoon.
“Travis,” she whispered. She hated how her voice cracked, how her heart was beating so wildly in her chest she could swear he heard it, how his smell hadn’t changed, how badly she wanted to kiss him. But the look in his eyes was so different than what it had been the last time she saw him four years ago.
His gaze locked with hers, they were the same deep chocolate she remembered. He leaned down a little, the smirk faded from his lips and his eyes darkened. He was so close, his breath tickled her lips, and his fingers brushed hers. “The one and only.”
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