Right now, I couldn’t remember one word of my speech.

I’d considered the cowardly way out by having an attorney contact him, but he deserved more than that. Besides, the money for a retainer wasn’t in my budget.

I was early and took a seat in a semiprivate booth near the back. I ordered a glass of wine to help calm my nerves. Fidgeting with the stem of the wineglass, I turned it in slow circles, mesmerized by the golden liquid sloshing in the glass. The movement was calming.

A hand touched my back, startling me. The wineglass tipped and spilled wine across the table and down the thighs of my skinny jeans. I stared at the growing patch of wetness in horror. When I heard a familiar chuckle, my eyes were drawn to the sparkling brown eyes of the boy—make that man—I’d spent one hot, memorable summer with.

Without a word, Easton hustled to the bar and grabbed a couple towels. He handed one to me and mopped up the wine on the table with the other. The cocktail waitress hurried over and finished the job, bringing me another glass of wine.

“Do you have a sippy cup?” Easton joked to the waitress, ignoring my scathing glare. She stared at him as if she were in a trance, sucked in by the same brilliant smile and dazzling good looks that’d pulled me under their spell years ago.

“I’m sure I can find something,” she gushed.

“I’m fine, thank you,” I shot back primly.

Easton shrugged. “I’ll have an IPA. Whatever you have on tap.”

“Absolutely.” This woman was practically eating him alive with her eyes. A rush of jealousy caught me off guard as I recalled all the girls hanging on him and chasing after him back when we were an item.

I didn’t like it then, and I didn’t like it much now either. I had no claim on this man, and I didn’t want one. My sole purpose was to do the right thing, even if I feared the consequences.

He took the seat across from me just as his beer was delivered. The waitress didn’t leave but lingered, staring longingly at Easton. He nodded at her, and she finally took the hint, slinking away.

“You look good,” he said as his gaze ran over me. Every cell in my body lit up from the inside out. Our eyes met, and all those years melted away. We were two people who enjoyed each other’s company and each other’s bodies.

He was older. His face had none of a boy’s softness but was all angular lines and hard planes. His dark hair was unruly as always, and that same lock fell over his forehead. I resisted the urge to brush it back as I often had. His dark eyes still shone with humor and good nature.

Realizing I was staring, I forced my gaze away from his hypnotic brown eyes. I picked up the wineglass and it started to slip from my moist fingers. Easton grabbed it before I spilled another glass all over the table and him.