Free Unknown (Unknown Identity #1) by Lexy Timms Page A

was hot. Men would tell her just how hot she was all the time. She lived in New York after all, not that their standards were great. She would get checked out at the gym and she would get cat calls when she walked to the grocery store in her Lululemon pants. It wasn’t like she was even trying then. If she’d actually try… She sighed. As she looked down at her empty glass resting on her knee, she noticed her smooth muscular legs and perky cleavage, knowing she had missed the opportunity all because she had been apathetic. Lost in the past. Lost in nothing.
    She’d done it to herself. No one else to blame. She stood and made her way through the resort, walking slowly as she pulled off her heels and looked at everyone around her having the adventurous fun that she was passing by.
    Tomorrow, she would wake up and try harder.
    The staff smiled at her, and from the front desk Charlene beamed and waved at her with such excitement and cheery attitude that it almost felt contagious. But by the time Leslie made it to the elevator and swiped her platinum card, she had lost all of it. She was fully depressed.
    “I’m never going to find love,” she told the camera in the elevator. “That ship has sailed.”
    When the elevator doors opened, she trudged down the hallway, letting her shoulders shrug and not giving a care in the world. She didn’t care if someone saw her and thought that she was the saddest little girl in the whole resort. She could see the suite at the end of the hallway and knew that she should have brought her sweats. This was the perfect night to crawl into them, sink into bed, and watch Netflix until she cried herself to sleep. Of course that wasn’t an option, because the only comfortable clothes that she had brought was her underwear, bikinis, and workout clothes for the gym. Something inside of her told her that she wasn’t going to get off that easily.
    Of course there was always the bar, which she inevitably stumbled into. She made her way past the happy, joyful people who were beginning to really rub her the wrong way and plopped her shoes on the top of the bar before dropping down on a luxurious stool that felt like it was hugging her butt before the bartender approached her, all brawny and gorgeous.
    “What’ll it be?” he asked in a way that made her grimace in disgust.
    “Gin and tonic,” she said with a shrug. “With a lime.” Please .
    “You got it, beautiful.” He winked at her and went to work.
    Leslie wanted to reach over the bar counter and punch him in the face. She’d kill him off in her next book.
    She glanced down the bar and noticed the handsome stranger from earlier was still there, a few glasses around him, one bottle of beer, and a single glass of what looked like bourbon with a mint leaf in it sitting in front of him.
    Now that’s a sight I can work with. Just the glasses . That was enough for her to start an entire story—an entire narrative. Who was this guy and who broke his heart? She grinned slightly and looked up at the man’s face and froze.
    Those cheekbones, that jaw line, those incredible lips, and that unspeakably handsome chin. All of it was so familiar that she felt like she was looking at a picture she’d memorized a long time ago. He was familiar, but she couldn’t place it. His short hair was spiked in the front, not in a harsh way, but a soft, fluffy wave of hair. He was making a weak attempt at hiding his identity, which didn’t make sense since there were like a dozen other more famous people in this bar and restaurant right now, mingling by the starlight overhead and the dim lighting that filled the room and the pool.
    Oh shit!
    She knew exactly who the beautiful man was.

Chapter 8
     
    S he had never thought she would meet Conrad Dane in the flesh, but right here, sitting at the bar a few seats from her, clearly nursing the wound of his lost ex, sat the gorgeous hunk of flesh. She could feel a tingling in the air, something electric.
    It was one