“I could. Great dress—aren’t you glad I insisted you buy it?”
It was a great dress—a flimsy chiffon concoction of muted caramel shades with a halter top. The skirt fell just above her knees. “Of course.”
“Fiona!”
They both turned at the sound of the pleasantly pitched female voice. A dark haired woman with the most amazing green eyes came toward them, buffering against a few people in her stride.
“M.J.,” Fiona greeted. “Good to see you.”
Fiona introduced them and the green-eyed beauty made a startled sound. “You’re Callie? Lily’s riding instructor?”
Callie bristled. “You know Lily?”
M.J. laughed delightfully. “She’s my niece,” she explained. “I’m Noah’s sister.”
Of course. The resemblance to Evie was unmistakable. And those eyes were all Preston. “I didn’t realize he had more than one.”
“There are three of us girls.”
“Is Evie here?” she asked, acutely conscious that Noah would be nearby.
I’m not here for him. I’m not. I can’t be.
“Nah—she’s looking after the kids,” M.J. said. “It’s just me and Noah tonight.”
And then, as if drawn by some inexplicable force, Callie turned her neck and met his gaze head-on.
Noah knew the exact moment Callie arrived. It was as if some internal radar, attuned to only her, had taken hold of him. The area seemed smaller, the air heavy, and the noise of glasses clinking and people speaking faded into a barely audible sound. She looked incredible. The dress, the hair tumbling down her back, the heels that showed off her amazing legs—he wondered if any of the half a dozen people around him heard the strangled sound that formed in his throat. She must have felt him staring at her because she turned her head and looked right at him.
A blinding and electrical visual contact hit him from his feet to his fingertips. His best friend, Cameron Jakowski, jabbed him in the ribs with an elbow and gave a low whistle of appreciation. Noah didn’t like that one bit. With three sisters and an independent working mother, he’d learned at an early age not to objectify women.
“Who is that?” Cameron asked.
“Fiona.”
Cameron raised his brows. “I meant her friend with the great legs.”
“Callie Jones,” Noah replied quietly.
Cameron chuckled. “The horse lady? Very nice. No wonder you’ve been keeping her to yourself.”
“That’s not what I’ve been doing.”
“Sure it is.” Cameron smiled. “Shall we go over so you can introduce me?”
“No.”
“I just wanna talk to her.”
Noah stood perfectly still. “Hard to talk without teeth.”
Cameron laughed loudly and began walking toward them. “Okay, I get the message,” he said once Noah caught up. “But introduce me anyway.”
He did so begrudgingly. Cameron liked women and women usually reciprocated. He was stupidly relieved when Callie seemed oblivious to his friend’s brand of charm.
Once the introductions were over Fiona dragged Cameron onto the dance floor. Noah bought a round of drinks and they sat down at a table way back from the noise of the playing band. It wasn’t long before M.J. went off in search of the man she’d arrived with and he and Callie were alone.
She looked nervous. And beautiful. He’d never seen her hair loose before. It was longer than he’d imagined and hung way past her bare shoulders. He felt like running his hands through it and tilting her head back so he could kiss her throat.
“You came back,” he heard himself say.
She glanced at him. “Yes.”
“I’m glad you did.”
“It’s still not a date.”
Her words made him smile, and Noah’s whole body thrummed with awareness. Being around her, sharing molecules of space with her, undid him on so many levels. “Of course not. We don’t date, remember?”
Her blue eyes sparkled. “Do you have to be so agreeable?” she asked quietly.
“Do you have to keep looking for a fight?”
One brow rose sharply. “You like provoking me. It’s probably because you were surrounded by women growing up. You know, the spoiled only son, indulged by his mother and adoring sisters, given license to say whatever he wants.”
He laughed. “I’m sure my mother would disagree with you.”
“Ha—I’d like to talk to your mother,” she said and he saw her flush.
“I’m sure she’d enjoy that, too. So where’s your family?”
She hesitated for a moment, like she was working out how much to reveal. “California,” she replied finally. “My mom lives in Santa Barbara. My brother Scott has a place in L.A,” she added. “He works for the fire department.”
“And your father?”
“He died ten years ago.”
Noah pushed his beer aside. “So why Crystal Point?”
“My dad was born in Bellandale and I vacationed here many times when I was young. After my—” She stopped for a moment. “After I finished professional competition I wanted to do something … else. I’d always wanted to have my own riding school and secured Sandhills Farm for a good price.”
“It was a courageous move,” he said. “I mean, without family support.”
“I had that. I still do.”
“Do you miss it?”
“California? Sometimes,” she admitted. “But I needed to … to get away.”