2
The Old Fashioned
One week later…
She was back.
Matthew straightened, squaring his shoulders as he watched Aubree and a man walk into the bar and take a seat at a two-person booth. She moved with purpose and excitement, her face beaming in a way that made a man envision that same smile when she was beneath him on a bed. Bloody hell, she looked good, so f*****g good. He hadn’t realized how much he’d been hoping to see her again until she’d stepped through the door.
His gaze traveled to the man she was with. He was different than her last date. He wore a tweed three-piece suit with brown elbow patches and a pair of glasses that were stylish, yet retro. He looked like a bloody professor.
Huh…
Matthew saw a waiter headed their way and caught the waiter’s attention with a shake of his
