Page 67 of Reckless Vow

“Você está aqui sozinha?”

I turn, and I’m immediately blinded by the cutest smile. I guess the sun-tanned dude abandoned his group.

“Sorry, I don’t speak Portuguese.”

He grins, dimples and all. “Where are you from?”

“New York. I’m Brook.” I extend my hand.

He kisses it, staring into my eyes. “Nice to meet you, Brook from New York. I’m Miguel from Lisbon, and I was asking if you’re here alone.”

I giggle. “Pleasure to meet you, Miguel from Lisbon. I’m alone here, but it looks like you have company.”

I glance toward his group where his friend chats with the two girls, not minding us at all.

“The more the merrier.” He winks. “Can I get you a drink?”

“Your margarita.” The waiter places the drink in front of me.

I shrug. “You can buy me the next one if you’re still around.” I take a sip, smiling over the rim of my glass.

This guy is hot, and the way he’s paying attention to my every move is a great self-confidence boost after the last few days. And yet, I’m forcing myself to enjoy his company.

He leans in and whispers into my ear. “Or maybe you can come dancing with us, and that way we make sure I’m around to order you the next one.”

Smooth.

This could be fun, so why do I want to tell him I have plans? Why do I believe that going back to the large, empty apartment and curling up with my book would be more fun?

Because I’m hoping Baldo will come home. Can I be more pathetic?

Maybe I should go clubbing. It usually helps to numb my thoughts. It’s fun. He seems like a decent person. Even flirting, he hasn’t been creepy. Leaning in, but not touching.

There is nothing wrong with him or this situation, and yet…

He’s not Baldo.

Fuck.

“I love dancing.” I slide from my bar stool and down my cocktail. “Let’s go.”

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Saar

How is Operation Seduction?

I’m clubbing.

Celeste

At his club?

Yes. With another man.

Saar

Making him jealous. Good move.

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