I’m Your Guy by Sarina Bowen

Author:Sarina Bowen [Bowen, Sarina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Evil Eyes Publishing LLC

Alec’s reception is at his other bar. Speakeasy is less than a quarter mile downriver from the Gin Mill, and it has an upstairs space that’s meant for parties. There’s a dance floor and a band on the second floor, and they’re setting up a meal downstairs in the main bar and dining area.

“Goddamn, this place is cool,” I say as I eye the converted mill with its brick walls, heavy wooden floors, and original beams. “Must have been a pricey renovation.”

“You own, what, eight percent of this place?” Benito asks me. “Don’t you get the quarterly updates?”

“Sure, but that doesn’t mean I read them.” My investment is small. “Looks like Alec is doing fine without any input from me.”

“Uh-huh. Don’t look now,” Benito says. “But Leila Giltmaker is giving you the evil eye.”

“Oh, where?” I lift my chin and look for her. “I owe both of them an apology.”

“Both of them?” Benito asks.

“Yeah. Her and Rory. Where are they?”

“Huh,” Benito says. Then he claps me on the shoulder. “This is going to be interesting.”

Before I can ask why, Leila appears at my elbow. She holds out a hand, as if to shake. “Nice to meet you. I’m Leila, friend of the bride and ex-friend of one of the groom’s brothers. The brother who disappeared and never came back and stopped replying to my texts right around the time that texts were invented.”

“So it’s going to be like that. All right.” I shake her hand. “Nice to meet you, Leila Giltmaker. I’m Matteo.”

“But we call him Designer Jesus,” Benito says.

That’s when I tug her forward and pull her into a hug. “Hi, honey. I’m sorry, okay? I’m a terrible person and a total idiot. I’m sorry I didn’t call you or come home.”

My apology is going well until I make a fatal error, which is to inhale. Her perfume smells like oranges and flowers, and the heat of her body against mine stirs a longing inside me that I haven’t felt in a long time.

Stepping back, I take a look at her expression. Still grumpy. But maybe a little confused too. “Damn it all. I didn’t expect you to actually apologize. If I stay mad now, I’m a bitch, right? Well played.”

Benito laughs. “Infuriating, isn’t he?”

I don’t need his commentary, so I take Leila’s hand and lead her onto the dance floor, where the four-piece band is playing their first slow song.

She doesn’t immediately cooperate. She stares at me for another beat, before finally slipping a hand onto my shoulder. “You weren’t even in the wedding program,” she says. “Last minute addition?”

“Actually, yes.” I sway to the music and smile at her. The song is “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran, and the band does it well. Good pick for a wedding, but I’m dying a little inside.

During high school, I never once asked Leila for a slow dance. I didn’t think I could take three minutes in close contact like this—not without revealing how I felt about her.

And, yup. Torture. Her deep brown eyes at close range.

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