Kat entered the crowded pub and searched the bar area where she was supposed to meet her date, Egan.
She gasped, stopping mid-step.
Even before he turned around, she recognised him. But it wasn’t Egan.
No, the guy perched on a barstool had blue-black, wavy hair—like the hot, fantasy guy she’d sort of met yesterday.
Her gaze focused on his broad shoulders. The last time she got a glimpse of those shoulders, they’d been bare, not covered by a turquoise-blue casual shirt she was sure would bring out the striking colour of his eyes.
As she approached the bar, his back stiffened. He turned around slowly. The same sugary scent of magic wafted around her as it had in the forest where she’d lost her dog.
Yes, it was him all right.
Kat blanked him, reminding herself she was here on a date with Egan. The half-dragon. If she could find him.
She searched the crowd. No sign of this Egan guy. He was late. She hated people who were late.
Hyperaware of fantasy guy’s gaze boring into her, she tried to grab the attention of the barman. Did he recognise her? She’d been wearing a hood yesterday, and his view had been partially obscured by the bush he hid behind.
Her cheeks warmed, much to her annoyance.
“Hello,” he said. The mere sound of his voice made her belly flip.
She gave him a fleeting glance, pretending she’d not noticed him until now.
“Hi.” Kat swallowed, then tried to get the barman’s attention again. She needed a drink.
“Do you remember me?”
She went for total ignorance. “No, should I?”
“In the woods yesterday? I rescued your dog, Toby. How is he after his little adventure?”
Kat turned to face him, deliberately taking her time in appraising him. He wore smart jeans, the navy denim clinging to barrelled thighs, and she’d been right about the blue shirt bringing out the colour of his eyes. Topaz-blue eyes that hinted at wickedness and sin.
“Oh yeah, I do remember now,” she said nonchalantly, arching a brow. “I didn’t recognise you with your clothes on.”
His face broke into a smile, producing a dimple that dented his cheek. “Yeah, sorry about that. Please, let me buy you a drink by way of an apology.”
That was it? He wasn’t going to explain why he was naked? “No, thanks. I’m supposed to be meeting someone, but he’s not here yet.”
“No, he won’t be. Egan can’t make it.”
“Wait, you know Egan?” Sexy, mysterious, fantasy guy suddenly got even more interesting.
“Yes, I know Egan.”
“Couldn’t he have sent me a message?”
“It was a sudden thing. A bug, I think, or something he ate.”
No, what he meant was, she’d been stood up, and the half-dragon had sent his friend to soften the blow. She had no complaints. “Okay, no big deal.”
“Since you’re here, would you like to have a drink with me instead?”
Hell yes. “Won’t Egan mind? Do you two not have a friend's code?”
“I don’t know what that is, but no, Egan won’t mind. In fact, he suggested I come in his place.”
Yep, definitely stood up. “He did? You must be close.”
“We are. Like brothers, you might say.”
Kat regarded him for a moment, trying to think of why she shouldn’t have a drink with him, but she had nothing. Nothing except the same weird feeling of knowing him, perhaps from one of her previous lives. Damn amnesia. “Okay, I suppose one drink won’t hurt.”