Mason Sosa.
The asshole who stomped all over my heart.
And the bastard had the nerve to look just as good as the first time I saw him. Hell, maybe even better.
He was still impossibly tall and broad-shouldered, with those deep brown eyes. His dark hair was shorter now, with a little more gray at the temples.
Five years had been better to him than he deserved.
Bastard.
“Dibs,” Bethany whispered, smoothing out her apron.
“He’s too old for you,” I snapped. He was too old for me too, but the age gap had never bothered me.
She raised an eyebrow at my tone. “You know him?”
Biblically was on the tip of my tongue, but she didn’t need to know that.
“Unfortunately,” I found myself saying instead as I turned away, hoping he hadn’t spotted me yet.
No such luck.
When I turned back around after grabbing plates from the window, his eyes were locked onto mine. Something flashed across his face. Recognition, surprise, and then something darker I refused to acknowledge.
“Seat yourself,” I called out, deliberately looking away. “Someone will be right with you.”
Please don’t let him sit in my section. Please don’t let him sit in my section.
Did I take my time delivering drinks and jotting down orders?
Yes I did.
However, I couldn’t hide from the jerk forever. Especially seeing as it was clear he wasn’t going anywhere.
Sucking in a deep breath, I dug down deep and found my lady balls.
Turning around, there he was. Sitting at a booth in the back.
Smack dab in the middle of my section.
Did it annoy me that every woman was drooling at the sight of him leaning back with his big tattooed arms draped across the back of the booth and a sexy grin on his stupid handsome face.
Hell yes it did!
“I’ve got this one,” Bethany offered, clearly picking up on the murderous vibes rolling off me.
“No.” I shook my head. “He’s in my section. I can handle it.”
I was an adult, right? And five years was a long time.
Things had changed—I had changed.
Besides, what were the odds he even remembered me? We’d had one drunken night together.
Taking another deep breath, I blew it out and steeled my shoulders.How bad could it be?
With my order pad in hand, I approached his table and kept my expression neutral.