Lina tried not to think about her weird encounter with Pete as she hurried to the bakeshop.
It was incredulous how she had met him and even more that he had recognized her and remembered her name, and for that, she had that chirpy emcee to thank.
But what really had Lina cringing was the dildo! Hell, he remembered.
She had seen the glint in his eyes when he handed her the keys. He was telling her, he remembered. Her cheeks flushed with mortification.
Of all people she could have met, why did it have to be him? She had no interest in bumping into anyone she knew, so what sort of coincidence was this?
She could have been suspicious of this accidental run-in, but the only thing she was suspicious about were those gray eyes of his.
They always seem so knowing and confident. So unsettling. When they looked at her, it felt like he could see through her mind and right through her. And every word she said was received with unsurprised expectation.
