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Chapter 1

JOSH

Of course it had to be her

The instant I laid eyes on Cassidy Marten’s face, two things happened The first wasin lass of very expensive whiskey onto the dirty floor of the bar

She looked so fucking good, even after all these years It was like so away and leaving only her face

And it was a good face Slim and sharp with cat-like blue eyes and lips thatthes lips could do Features off a daht wave to it

Don’t even get me started on her body The fifteen years that had passed since high school had been good to her—very good She’d looked good as hell back then, but there’d been a trace of teenage aardness That was long gone She was sliainst her top and her jeans see painted on

And the real killer was that she clearly wasn’t even trying Cassidy could’ve been wearing a dah to make me want to eat her like a snack Hell, she’d be a full meal

“Yo, Josh!”

Baone, replaced by s I was at The Breakaway, one of the local bars where I’d been a regular since I’d gotten , and the place was packed with people looking to get away from their families for a little while, plenty of fahout

A few of those familiar faces were at my table—Paul Ford, Mike Hauys I hadn’t seen for years, old pals froone back ere teenagers

They were good guys, sure, and I was happy for the chance to catch up—after all, I rarely came home Most holidays I’d spent in New York withback at home Said it’d be like the old days Before me, Dad, and my brother, Sam, moved to the city, and our lives were totally consu, the company Dad founded before ere born

It was strange as hell to be hoirl I’d been into all those years ago right across the bar fro eyes off her

That, and what looked to be soer that only had “the ring” on it – an engage Wasn’t a surprise that so if I said it didn’t make me ten shades of jealous

“Uh, Josh?”

This tiaveout of a dreauys The dudes all looked like they’d been made in the same factory—all tall and well-built and square-jawed and handsoone off to whatever Ivy League their connections allowed and then to their high-paying jobs

“What’s up?” I asked, trying not to hts were somewhere else