One
Danielle Rayne wheeled her suitcase into the elevator and turned around. As the doors closed, her gaze caught on two tall, attractive men, one with short tousled sandy blond hair and one with light brown hair neatly tied back in a ponytail. They were crossing the hotel lobby toward the reception desk, both stylishly dressed in slim-fit jeans.
Oh my God. Trey and Jake.
The two men she had fantasized about for almost fifteen years. Two men who had haunted her dreams. Kissing her. Holding her. Her cheeks flushed as hot, sweaty images from those dreams rippled through her mind.
The older woman standing beside her glanced her way. “Are you okay?” she asked, kind blue eyes taking in Danielle’s burning crimson cheeks.
“Yes, fine thank you. Just a bit of a cold coming on,” she lied.
Danielle took a deep breath and tried to steady her racing heart. As much as she yearned to be with Jake . . . or Trey . . . or both . . . it would never be. Because Jake and Trey were in love . . . with each other.
At least, they used to be. When she knew them in college.
Were they still together? They had arrived at the hotel together. Of course, that wasn’t such a surprise. A lot of the old gang would be here. Danielle had flown to Buffalo to attend her old friend Harmony’s wedding.
Old friend? Well, more like an acquaintance now. She and Harmony could have had a close friendship, but Danielle hadn’t kept in touch, even though Harmony had tried for a while. She’d sent e-mails, Christmas cards, letters.
Danielle had always intended to write her back, but never seemed to get around to it. Eventually Harmony’s e-mails and cards tapered off, and then stopped completely.
Danielle didn’t mean to sabotage her chances at friendship, but somehow, by inattentiveness, she always seemed to manage it. Well, no use beating herself up about it. She was here now and that was all that mattered.
The elevator doors opened on the fifteenth floor. She smiled at the lady beside her and stepped from the elevator, then pulled her suitcase behind her down the long hallway toward her room.
“You’re in room 1512, Mr. Garner. I hope you enjoy your stay.”
Trey glanced at the lovely desk clerk’s name tag, and then returned her smile with an added wink. “Thank you, Georgia.”
Her cheeks flushed slightly.
Jake nudged Trey’s arm as they stepped away from the desk. “Stop flirting with the poor woman,” he said with a grin. “You know it’s not going to go anywhere.”
“Why do you think that?” Trey asked as they approached the elevator.
“Well, for one reason, because we’ve already made plans for tonight.”
Trey pushed the elevator call button. “Sure, but then there’s tomorrow.”
He glanced across the lobby at the lovely blonde Georgia as she consulted her computer. She swept her long waves of silky hair back over her shoulder, then glanced up to see his gaze directed at her. She smiled luminously
, then returned her gaze to her current client, but Trey could tell the woman was interested. Very interested.
“And who knows . . . maybe Georgia would be interested in joining us tonight.”
Jake chuckled. The elevator doors whooshed open and he followed Trey inside. He pushed the button for their floor, then the doors closed and the elevator began to move.
“Nice of you to share, but surely you can do without a woman for one night. I thought we’d do some catching up.”