Perfect Fit: Book 4 of the Fated Hearts Series by Aimee Nicole Walker Read Free Book Online Page B

pulled out the last beer for him. “Thank you.”
    “Less shit I have to pack up.” My response was less conciliatory than it could have been and I found myself not wanting to hold a grudge any longer. I could only imagine the horror stories Gray had told him about me, even if they weren’t true. I raised my bottle up in the air and said, “Confirmed bachelors unite.”
    “Amen.”
    Miller clinked his bottle to mine and the tension from earlier faded until all that was left was two guys sharing a beer while their best friends dreamed of fairy tales, happily-ever-afters, and probably even a unicorn ring bearer at their future wedding. They weren’t engaged yet, but we all knew it was just a matter of time. The teasing glint in Miller’s eyes changed to something more sinister and sexual, but I did my best to ignore it. He had been absolutely right when he cautioned that getting anything started between us would only make the situation more complicated. I had no regrets about the night we spent together, but I was determined that it wouldn’t happen again.

LEAVING MY NIECE’S birthday party early to attend an alumni mixer at the university was not my idea of a good time. Holiday break was supposed to be just that – a holiday. Instead I found myself surrounded by stuffed suits all peddling to important alumnus who had deep coffers filled with money they could donate to their beloved alma mater. I would have preferred to be wearing a party hat and be mauled by the tiny heart snatchers that were the fruit of my brother’s loins.
    Unfortunately, my attendance was required as I was the mastermind behind the joint campaign between Georgetown University and The Smithsonian’s Mayan exhibit, even though my department head, Micah Halverston, took all the credit. I wasn’t exactly sure why he needed me to be in attendance; oh yeah, in case someone had questions that he couldn’t answer because his interest in the project was next to nil until articles praising the exhibit began cropping up. Quite honestly, I was tired of saving his lazy ass every time something like this happened, although it had never before happened on a national level.
    The blowhard wasn’t able to answer one too many questions and the biggest alumnus in attendance, Senator Baxter Thompson, narrowed his shrewd, gray eyes at Halverston before turning his attention to me. “I think you and your students did an amazing job, Dr. Brexler, and you should be very proud of the positive press the archeology and anthropology departments have received.”
    “Thank you, Senator Thompson, for acknowledging the dedication of my students to see this exhibit become a reality. They worked tirelessly to make it all happen.” I had to admit that I was just a little bit of a fan boy of Senator Thompson, who was openly gay and a champion for LGBT rights, not to mention an extremely handsome devil. He was one of the brightest to attend Georgetown Law, as well as one of the youngest members of congress, and he had people fawning all over him all night long.
    “It sounds like they had some amazing instruction.” The senator turned his full charm on me and I felt myself turning a little pink under his perusal. He smiled charmingly and I smiled in return. I half expected an invitation to get to know him a little better, but his attention was suddenly diverted. “It has been lovely getting to know you, Dr. Brexler, but I see an old acquaintance and I need to say hello.” He shook my hand in a hurry and made a beeline for someone in the room behind me. I was curious to know who he was talking about and turned to watch his progress, but then I wished I hadn’t.
    I watched as Jag waved in the senator’s direction. A huge smile split his face and I found an unfamiliar feeling burning in the pit of my stomach. I didn’t like Jag smiling at Senator Thompson like that and I certainly didn’t like the hug they exchanged. I knew right then what kind of acquaintance they had