Until now.
He took a deep breath. Told himself to look away from the brunette with the silver eyes, but he couldn’t.
Not while she was looking at him.
He searched hard for that oh-you-poor-thing expression half the women in the room had showed him tonight.
It wasn’t there.
She was simply watching him, assessing him with a steadiness that was unsettling.
His jaw tightened.
Now she was smiling, her lips curving in a way that reached deep into his gut.
She mouthed a word.
Hi.
And lifted her wineglass in … what could it be but invitation?
“Her name is Addison. Addison McDowell.”
Caleb’s voice was low. Jake looked at him.
“What?”
“The woman you’re looking at.”
“I wasn’t looking at anybody.”
Caleb raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, well, just in case you were—”
“I just told you, I wasn’t.”
“My mistake,” Caleb said calmly. “I only meant—”
“What’s she doing in Wilde’s Crossing?”
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