face was just as strong and beautiful as it had always been; his eyes, just as mesmerizing, as they looked back at me. The dimple that I'd seen so many times, deepened with the smirk that widened his perfect lips. I couldn't take my eyes off those lips, remembering the possession they held over mine time and again.
His eyes left mine and roamed my face, as if memorizing my every feature. They drifted down my neck and chest, caressing me with an invisible hand. My skin tingled as if it remembered his sensual touch. I shivered and found myself wanting him to take me in his arms and warm me. I knew it was wrong; I didn't even know this man, but at the same time, I felt as if I'd been in his arms forever.
"You gotta name, friend?" Caleb asked.
"Hunter," he answered, releasing me from his spell and giving Caleb his attention.
"Welcome to Luke's, Hunter." he said offering his hand over the bar. "Name's Caleb."
Hunter shook his hand, but held onto it when their greeting ended. They stared at each other in silent battle, their locked hands an afterthought. Did these guys know each other? What had I gotten myself into now? After the night I'd already had, I didn't feel like being caught in the middle of any crossfire. I knew I should get out while their testosterone blinded them from my exit, but I couldn't leave, knowing that I'd had visions of this man for years. I had to find out who he was and why he was here.
I cleared my throat. It was the only thing I could think of besides trying to arm-wrestle these two powerhouses away from each other. Their hands fell apart and Hunter turned to smile at me, but Caleb continued to glare at him. The tension was still in the air. I smiled and extended my hand to Hunter, in an attempt to break through it.
"Hi Hunter, I'm—"
"Cassandra," he finished.
There was no draft in the bar, but shivers ran down my spine after I heard my name spoken with the deep, resonating voice that I'd heard countless times. I stared at his lips, remembering the gentle pressure of them against my own, and my heart began to race.
His smile captivated me. It was the kind of smile that made you lose focus in everything else around you and be content to simply sit and stare. I couldn't imagine any woman being able to turn away from it. I'd been seeing it for the last six years and even I wasn't immune.
"Do I know you?" I asked him, not bothering to tell him the nickname most people referred to me by. I liked the sound of my full name coming from his lips. It was formal, yet seductive.
Without taking his eyes off mine, Hunter slowly raised his hand to my breast. I sucked in a breath, and watched his hand nudge my open jacket aside and grab the nametag on my shirt. "Just a guess," he said in amusement.
My hand moved to the tag I had forgotten to take off after my shift at the hospital. My fingers brushed his, lingering just a bit longer than I was comfortable with, sending a blast of heat into my body. When I looked up at him, he slowly let go.
"Oh, of course," I said. Every ounce of my being screamed that he knew me better than he was letting on. The way he looked at me was much more intimate.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Cassandra. Mind if I join you?" he asked as he started to straddle the stool. He pulled off his jacket, revealing a broad chest and rippled stomach. The black T-shirt he wore emphasized his tan, muscular arms. He was powerfully built from head to toe. No amount of clothing could hide that.
Caleb busied himself by washing glasses underneath the bar. What glasses needed washing from an empty bar was beyond my comprehension. He seemed nervous all of a sudden. Was Hunter making him nervous? Was he getting a vibe from him too?
"So, you from around here, Hunter?" he asked.
"No. I was just passing through."
"Oh yeah? Where you from?" Caleb continued.
Hunter took a sip of his whiskey. "It's a little place in the middle of nowhere, really. I doubt you'd know where it is."
"Try me. I've been