Of all the people in the world, I had to run into this notorious playboy.
What is he even doing back in town?
She adjusted her pace, praying that he wouldn't see her, but for the second time that day, luck was not on her side.
George Summers was already striding toward her from across the lobby, in a fitted cream coat and a cashmere scarf tossed artfully over one shoulder.
His walk was all confidence and clean-cut entitlement—made worse by the smug grin growing on his face as he closed in.
"Shantel Hale," he drawled in a voice rich with amusement and too much interest. "What a… pleasant surprise."
She closed her eyes for half a breath and muttered under it, "I guess I'm trapped already."
She let out a helpless sigh then turned slowly, ang raised her eyes to meet George's handsome face with a cocky slant to his smile that made it clear he'd seen everything.
"George," she greeted flatly. "Didn't know you were back in town."
