Trey couldn't take his eyes off of Mallory through the whole dinner. He wasn't pretending his fascination for her. In the five years they'd been apart, she'd ripened. Her curves were softer. She had wisdom in her eyes, not just the bluster of youth.
She'd be thirty-five, now. A woman complete and ready to start her life.
All the men now seated at the table noticed and so had the women. Mallory stayed oblivious to the friction she caused. She remained the true professional he'd trained. Her mind was on their business.
The black dress hugged her hips and dipped low enough to tease anyone who wanted a glimpse of her cleavage.
And he wanted more. But they had a job first.
The table cleared for a slow dance.
“We need to find out what room is his,"
Mallory looked around. “We know where we're going."
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