really is good to see you again.”
Somehow, Melissa stopped herself from snorting. Was it really nice, she wondered. If he was so happy to see her now, why had he cut off all communication with her years ago?
Melissa looked in Arlene’s direction, and finally her sister saw her. Arlene’s eyes lit up, and she waved.
Melissa waved back. Arlene was a lifeline at this moment, and Melissa took it. “Ah, there’s my sister. I have to talk to her about something.”
“Oh—”
“Later, Aaron,” Melissa interjected, then strode off without giving him a chance to say another word.
She didn’t dare look over her shoulder. Her heart was still pounding, a ridiculous reaction. So what if she’d seen Aaron Burke again? He didn’t have the power to hurt her anymore. Her feelings for him had died years ago.
Was he watching her walk away?
Why did she care?
She didn’t. But if any part of Aaron felt a measure of regret at cutting her out of his life, then good. She relished that thought.
He was happy to see her...as if! Why would he even say that? Was he trying to make nice after all these years, pretend that he’d never hurt her?
Well, if he thought there was a chance the two of them could ever be friends, he had another think coming.
Melissa inhaled deeply as she neared her sister. She was finally regaining her composure and her dignity. So what if Aaron was sexy? One of the sexiest men she’d ever laid eyes on, granted, but what did it matter when his character left so much to be desired?
She hoped he was happy with Ella, but she wasn’t about to ask him about his wife. Nor was she about to spend any more time with him than was necessary. She didn’t want him asking her about her life, and she didn’t want to ask him about his. She would be paired with him for the wedding, deal with him as minimally as possible, and then go home to Jersey and forget all about him.
She had done it once. She would do it again.
Ryan Burke clinked a fork against his champagne glass, effectively getting everyone’s attention. Tasha stood beside him, a permanent smile on her beautiful face.
“Excuse me, everybody,” Ryan said, looking around at the crowd of people. “Will you all please head into the tent and take your seats? Dinner is ready, so I hope you haven’t indulged too heavily in the amazing hors d’oeuvres.”
Ryan patted his stomach, as if to say he was guilty of exactly that. There were chuckles among the crowd.
“As you make your way into the tent,” Ryan continued, “be aware there are names on the tables indicating where you’re to be seated. We figured this way there’d be less confusion and less scrambling. It’s buffet style, so please wait for your table to be called before heading into the line.” He gestured toward the tent, indicating that everyone could proceed.
Melissa and Arlene wound their way into the tent with the rest of the guests. Melissa was already getting a bad feeling about the seating arrangements, and she crossed her arms over her torso as she glanced down at the first table to find her name.
“Oh, here we are,” Arlene announced.
Melissa hurried to her sister’s side. As she looked down at the names on the table, her stomach sank, her fear confirmed. Aaron Burke was seated to her left.
Oh, good God...
Not that she should be surprised, since they were paired off for the wedding. But still, this was too much for her to deal with.
When most of the guests were seated, Ryan and Tasha stood at the front of the tent. “We’ll commence with the buffet line in a minute,” Ryan said into a wireless microphone. “But Tasha and I would like to say a few words first. As you know, this is a welcome dinner for all of you who have come from far and near to be here with us for our special day.”
Melissa glanced over her shoulder, saw Aaron entering the tent and quickly took her seat. As she did, she continued to survey the crowd. Where was Ella? As Aaron’s wife, shouldn’t she be here? Melissa would expect the woman to attend if for no other reason than to gloat. To show off to all those who had returned to town just how special she was because she had snagged a Burke brother.
Aaron and his father, Cyrus, were standing near the entrance of the tent chatting. An old classmate, Douglas Hanover, walked past them, heading in Melissa’s direction. Before she knew what she was doing, Melissa was jumping to her feet and practically throwing herself into Douglas’s path.
“Douglas?” she all but squealed. “Douglas Hanover!”
“Melissa?” His eyebrows raised as a question flashed in his eyes.
“Yes, it’s me.” She beamed at him. “Oh my goodness, it’s been so long.” She hugged him and noticed that he was stiff for a moment before hugging her back. “I see you on television all the time,” she said as they pulled apart. “I always trust your forecasts.”
“You watch me on the morning news?”
Douglas was employed by a network in New York City, and Melissa watched him every morning as she got ready for work. “Every day,” she said. “I’m in Newark.”
“Ah, okay.”
She glanced beyond Douglas’s shoulder at Aaron, trying to not make it obvious that she was looking at him. He was staring at her, watching her with curiosity. Even when she’d left him and joined her sister and Tasha, she’d noticed Aaron looking at her here and there.
“You always said you wanted to be a weatherman,” Melissa said and grinned widely. Did she look idiotic? Or like a woman flirting with a potential new guy?
Aaron and his father were walking toward the front of the tent now—and heading right in her direction. “We should get together for coffee sometime,” Melissa said to Douglas, speaking loudly enough for her voice to carry. “I get into the city quite a bit.”
“That would be awesome,” Douglas said. “Here, meet my wife.” Douglas extended an arm, and a gorgeous woman Melissa had noticed heading in their direction sidled up next to him. “This is Diana. She’s one of the producers of the morning show.”
“Oh...” Melissa wanted to slink into her chair. Not because she cared that Douglas had a wife. She was happy for him. But because she had hoped to find someone—anyone—with whom she could flirt. There was something about the intense gaze Aaron had been leveling on her that had her distinctly uncomfortable. If she had someone else with whom she could spend some time, maybe he would throw his wandering eyes in someone else’s direction.
“Very nice to meet you,” Melissa said, shaking the woman’s hand.
Diana’s smile seemed forced, and Melissa couldn’t blame her. To her, Melissa must have seemed like a threat. A woman determined to pounce on her husband.
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