Callan's heart skipped a beat as his eyes settled on Emily. When their gaze met, he forgot to breathe for a brief second.
He just stood at the entrance, hands casually in his pockets, but his gaze was locked on her.
Was that the dress she had picked at the boutique on their way from the airport? Emily never wore such clothes.
He had only seen her dressed in something like that once, and that was in her prom picture which she had sent to him because he had been away at the time.
His eyes traveled down the length of her bare back, exposed by the deep cut of her dress, and for a moment, his grip in his pocket curled into a fist.
She looked nothing like the Emily he knew. She looked like trouble — an expensive kind of trouble.
She looked too beautiful.
He wasn't surprised or disappointed when she looked away from him and focused on Dan. He had expected that reaction from her. He preferred her being cold to being so friendly as she had been earlier.
