Page 31 of Untraced Magic
As the clock neared 8 p.m., most people retreated to their groups to mingle and dance, allowing us room to breathe for the time being.
Reid eyed me as he dried a glass. “You turned up at the right time. I was getting slammed.”
I laughed, leaning against the bar to observe those on the dance floor. “You think?”
He grinned the signature Reid smile I had become used to seeing. I bet he got all the women on that merit alone.
“Usually when we hit a lull, I like to get someone taking orders from the booths. Get to know the locals if you can.”
I nodded in understanding before Reid’s gaze hardened, focused on someone approaching the bar.
“We meet again. You never did tell me your name?”
I turned towards the voice that sounded vaguely familiar, wondering if the words were directed at Reid or myself.
To my surprise, against the other side of the bar leaned the guy I’d been dancing with on opening night. His dark features emphasized by the black jacket he donned this evening.
I tried to recall his name. “Jett, right?”
His eyes gleamed with that same intensity I remembered as he swirled the ice in his empty glass.
“That’s correct. And you are?”
He cocked his head to the side, curiosity twisting his gaze. “I’m Morgan,” I replied, leaning over the bar to shake his hand.
He captured my palm in his, holding it to his lips, his touch cool like he’d just come from outside.
His irises sparkled, even in the dimly lit bar. “It’s nice to officially meet you. I haven’t seen you around before, aside from the other evening… Are you new to town?”
“You ask a lot of questions, don’t you?” I countered, unease curling my stomach.
His lips turned upwards at my comment, shifting in closer.
“Only to the women that intrigue me.” His eyes fell to my lips, then traveled back up again. “Now, are you going to take my order or not?”
Two could play this game.
“You never said please,” I bantered with a shrug.
He shook his head with visible amusement.
“Could you be so kind as to pour me another whiskeyplease? I like it on the rocks.”
He had a seductive allure to him that put me on edge, and I was acutely aware of his roaming eyes as he watched me pour his drink. I handed it over to him, and they never left mine as he brought it to his crimson lips, taking a slow drink.
He set the glass back on the bar. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. So, how long have you lived in Cutters Cove?” I asked.
“Lived?” A light laugh left him. “You ask a lot of questions, don’t you?”
I should have seen that one coming.
I used his own line on him. “Only to the ones that intrigue me.”
He tipped his head back with subtle laughter, his gaze snatching mine once more. A dizziness fogged my thoughts, and I grabbed at the side of the bar.
“Morgan?” came Jett’s voice from further than I remembered him sitting.
