Free A Wedding Affair (The Wedding Affair) by S.L.A. Lacey Page B

puts it out, he looks almost nervous interesting he doesn’t seem the same despondent fiend from yester year but the night is still young.
    “S o are you two going to remain in Cleveland after you marry?”
    “Yes, Ian is a college Professor at CWU; he has transferred here from Chicago”
    Tristan loosens his tie even more, is he doing this on purpose to entice me? Wow he is quite handsome be still my beating heart. His piercing hazel eyes that raven black tousled hair it’s a pretty potent cocktail sitting across from me.
    “I thought you were in New York, the last I heard, you were going to work in the New York Office to head up the mergers and acquisitions dept. I know you never were the country girl to stick it out here and settle”
    “I never said I hated the country , I just said if I was going to live in the country it had better be to raise a family and settle down!”
    Tristan tries to suppress a laugh because he knows I have b een drinking already, and he is still sober, talk about the tables turning, impious beast of burden that he is.
    “Good evening you two” Our drinks arrive on a silver tray, along with a silver bowl of assorted warm nuts. I reach for my drink and Tristan gives me that look.
    “Ok Aria what are we drinking to?”
    I looked at those hazel eyes of his and smile just as sullen as he does.
    “T o burying the past Mr. Bach.”
    Tristan holds up his drink a s he glares at me shaking his head from side to side ever so slightly, we clink our glasses and our eyes never leave one another, the way he looks at me, it’s as if he looks through me, he makes me nervous so I go for the obvious, question and answer format for this evening’s festivities. 
    “I have to ask you something, since you are still here after leaving my store quite some time ago, what is the real reason you came to see me, and be HONEST?” as I point my well- manicured index finger at him.
    I glance at my watch, when I am nervous, I can’t tell you what time it is, shit I can’t see a thing when I’m drinking.
    “D o you really want to know?” he reaches for another cigarette and lights it up I cross my arms,
    “Y es I believe that is the question that is on the table so let’s go, out with it Bach” what is he hiding he has me intrigued as we glower at one another.
    He blows the smoke out of his nose almost as a sigh.
    “I have been trying to find you for the past six months Aria,”
    “Why have you been looking for me? ”
    “Well after we broke up I tried to forget about you, but your words haunted me, all those talks about the future, about what I wanted out of life, all those whispered conversations we had, you changed the way I looked at myself, you changed the way I was living my life, Aria you made me see that I could be whatever I wanted if I worked hard, if I applied myself.  I took your words serious, everything I wanted, I went out there and I got it. I bought the restaurant, I just remember what we’ve talked about how I needed to find my place in this world, but what really got me was when I realized that the one person I wanted to share all this with was gone. It just made me want to see you, find you, and make all the wrong right again” he is looking at me with sincerity as he spills his guts and worse he opens his heart to me.
    Well that was not what I was expecting to hear; I mean adult words coming out of his mouth, I know better, this smug self-centered bastard is still Tristan Bach, and it leaves me wondering what is he angle? Ok I’ll bite.
    “Excuse me Tristan but this all sounds so two years ago, you know the same broken record, what has changed besides you dress much better now, nice suit by the way” he flashes me his killer good looking smile. He knows his is hot, he knows he is handsome modesty and humble have never been his characteristics at all. I have never seen, in a way that tells me
    “ Thank you, Aria the most important thing that has changed is I have not kissed