A moment later, the woman we’d been talking about finally sauntered through the door.

Christ!How was I supposed to treat Hannah Griffin like a friend? It would help if she wasn’t just as beautiful as she’d always been to me.

She was dressed casually, but she looked more sophisticated and more confident than she’d ever been before.

Hannah lit up the bar just by walking through the door, and my cock reacted instinctively, an instantaneous reaction I hadn’t had in a very long time.

Thatwasn’t exactly comfortable for me since she wasn’t now and hadn’t been my woman in a long time.

But it was a spontaneous reaction that I couldn’t exactly control.

Maybe my brain had been in denial and misinformed about our breakup, but my primitive instincts toward Hannah had definitely never gone away.

“She’s here,” I said, unable to stop myself from staring at Hannah as she looked around the bar.

Seeing Hannah inanythingred brought back memories.

Red had always been her color, and it was sexy as fuck on her.

“Relax,” Devon said quietly. “She’s not going anywhere. She’s here to have a drink with you.”

Hell, did I really look that uptight?

Hannah’s gaze finally connected with mine, and when she smiled at me, my gut actually clenched because it reminded me of the way she used to look at me.

Fuck!I needed to get a grip.

Those days were in the past, but it was hard not to remember the times when things had been good with Hannah.

Really good.

Devon and I both stood as Hannah approached the table.

She nodded at me and looked at Devon in surprise.

“Hey, Devon,” she said in a wary voice, the look on her face uncertain, like she wasn’t sure what kind of reception she’d get from him.

“Hannah,” he said in a deep baritone and opened his arms to her.

She hesitated for a brief moment before she threw herself into my younger brother’s arms.

Everyone in my family had been close to Hannah, and she’d always adored both of my brothers like they were her own siblings.

At one time, she’d wholeheartedly jumped into my brothers’ arms without hesitation and hugged them until they could barely breathe.

Showing affection to the people she cared about had been as natural as breathing to her.

Devon wrapped his arms around Hannah’s waist and twirled her around the same way he’d done years ago. “You look good,” he said as he set her back on her feet. “Seattle was obviously good to you.”

She nodded as she let Devon go and shot him a sweet smile.

Fuck!

It was hell watching my brother cuddle up to Hannah when I knew I’d never get that same reaction from her again.

I wasn’t sure why that irritated me after all these years, but it did.

“Seattle was good,” Hannah told Devon. “But I’m back in Montana for good now.”