The moment his gaze lifted, his eyes went wide, his mouth parting in shock—and something else.
Hunger.
Desire.
He looked her up and down, his Adam's apple bobbing as if he'd forgotten how to breathe.
For a split second, Lois saw the Billy she remembered—the sweet, gentle man who once held her hand like she was the most precious thing in his world.
But then she saw something darker flicker across his face.
And it broke her heart.
Lois approached the table, every step making the hem of her dress ride higher, her thong flash in teasing glimpses.
She could feel the eyes of every man in the restaurant burning into her, the heat of their arousal like a thousand invisible hands crawling over her skin.
Her cheeks flamed as she finally slid into the chair opposite Billy, clutching her purse like a lifeline.
"Lois…" Billy finally spoke, his voice hoarse, filled with confusion—and want. "You… you look…"
Lois forced a trembling smile, her heart shattering with every second.
