by Lauren Layne
To get ahead of it, Taylor lifted her chin and pasted a smile on her face, not quite haughty, just…distant. The kind of smile that kept people from getting too close before she could decide if she wanted them to get close.
“Okay, last stop, kitchen, then I’m taking you out for lunch and we’re ordering wine, and we’ll tell nobody,” Brit said, touching Taylor’s arm to get her attention.
This time Taylor’s smile was real. Either Brit didn’t buy Taylor’s keep your distance vibes, or she didn’t care and had already decided to make good on her best friend threat.
Taylor found she didn’t mind in the least. She liked the other woman, who was friendly without being sugary.
Taylor started to follow Brit when she felt a pair of eyes on her. As the new girl, she already knew there were lots of eyes on her, but this gaze was different—she could feel it.
She turned her head slightly, scanning the room until she found the source.
She knew the second her gaze collided with his.
The man watching her was everything the other guys at Oxford weren’t. His dark hair was a touch too long, his jawline apparently not fond of a razor. His white dress shirt could have been like the rest of the guys’, but instead of pairing it with a tie and suit jacket, the man had a button undone, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
If he stood, Taylor wouldn’t have been surprised in the least to see the shirt untucked.
None of that bothered her so much as the eyes. Not the color—she thought they were brown, although he was too far away to know for sure—no, what bugged her was the way he watched her.
Not quite smirking, but knowing. As though he was the one person in the room who got her, and wanted her to know it.
Taylor whipped her head away, but as she turned, she could have sworn she saw him laugh. At her.
Taylor lifted her chin and continued after Brit, telling herself it didn’t matter. The guy wasn’t even close to her type, and chances were their paths would never cross.
She strode away from the bullpen without giving in to the urge to turn around, see him one last time.
She didn’t.
But it bothered her that she wanted to.
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