Emma had convinced herself she wouldn't think about it.
Wouldn't think about him.
But by the time she got home, she was still replaying that damn conversation over and over again.
Dinner.
Just one dinner.
It wasn't a big deal.
Right?
She sighed, rubbing a hand over her face. She needed a distraction. Something—anything—to get Alex Kingston out of her damn head.
So she did the only thing she knew would work.
She went out.
She found a quiet bar, ordered a drink, and told herself she was perfectly fine being alone for the night.
And for the first ten minutes, it almost worked.
Until she felt someone slide into the seat beside her.
"Didn't take you for the drinking-alone type, Carter."
Emma closed her eyes briefly before turning to face him.
Alex.
Of course.
She let out a slow breath, giving him a pointed look. "Are you following me now?"
Alex smirked. "Pure coincidence."
She narrowed her eyes. "You don't believe in coincidences."
"Maybe not," he admitted. "But I do believe in opportunities."
Emma huffed a laugh, shaking her head. "You're unbelievable."
Alex grinned. "You say that like it's a bad thing."
She turned back to her drink, determined to ignore him.
But Alex wasn't the type to be ignored.
"One drink," he said, voice low and smooth. "Then I'll leave you alone. Scout's honor."
Emma snorted. "You were never a scout."
Alex grinned. "No, but I am a man of my word."
Emma hesitated.
Just one drink.
One conversation.
What was the worst that could happen?
With a sigh, she lifted her glass. "Fine. One drink."
Alex's smirk deepened. "Good choice, Carter."
And as the night unfolded, Emma had a feeling this was the moment—
The moment everything between them really started to change.
—
To be continued…