Even if James hadn't been wearing a party mask that night, it might have been difficult to place their original meeting. That many lemon drop shots could make anything fuzzy. For James, the memory should have been a little warmer, but even she was frowning with a knit to her dark brows when she took a seat on the arm of the velveteen couch.
"No, we have," she countered with dismissive assurance. Hannah might have been willing to ignore the strange deja-vu, but James wasn't. Tilting her head, and tracing the deep sea swell of her eyes over the details; blond hair, the soft angle of her jawline.. James' smile rose with impressive nonchalance when it finally hit her.