Page 23 of Perfect Together

“Come back? I have a couple of questions maybe you can answer.”

Macy raised her eyebrow. Intrigued, she nodded. “Be right back.”

She turned the order into her uncle, the chef, then filled a glass with ice and soda and returned to find the man where she’d left him, staring out the window onto the street.

“Looking for someone?” She placed the glass and a straw in front of him.

“As a matter of fact, I am.” He swiveled back around to face her.

“It’s a small town. Chances are I know whomever you’re searching for.”

He shrugged. “I’m looking for my fiancée.”

Disappointment filled Macy, but she wasn’t surprised a gorgeous man like this had a woman in his life.

He let out a sigh. “Actually, she’s my ex-fiancée.”

Macy perked up at that.

“I drove here straight from work, over an hour from Manhattan with traffic. I’m looking for Nicole Farnsworth. Know her?”

Macy blinked, surprised. “I do.” She came around the counter and settled onto the stool beside him.

“Where is she staying?” he asked.

She narrowed her gaze. She didn’t know him, and Nicole hadn’t mentioned a man in her life. “Did you say Nicole was your fiancée?”

“Ex.” His eyes hardened at the word.

“Your idea or hers?” she asked boldly, having her reasons.

He pushed back from his seat, surprise in his eyes. “Hers. Now will you tell me where she is?” he asked.

Macy might admire his bluntness but that didn’t mean she trusted him. She eyed him warily, wondering if the handsome devil was telling her the truth.

“What’s your name?” Macy asked him.

“Tyler Stanton. Yours?”

“Macy Donovan.”

“I would normally say it’s a pleasure, Ms. Donovan—”

“Macy,” she interjected.

He frowned. “But you’re not helping me out. And I thought small towns were friendly.” His jaw worked in frustration that didn’t make him any less sexy.

She leaned in close, inhaling the potent scent of his aftershave. Even after a full day, he smelled manly and delicious. God, what a traitor she was, lusting after her new friend’s ex-fiancé.

But no matter how humiliating, she wouldn’t allow her hormones to override her common sense.

“I’m very friendly. In this case, I’m protecting my friend. If you leave me a number or hotel information where she can reach you, I’ll give her the message.”

“Ms. Donovan.”

“Macy.”

He worked that sexy jaw once more. “Macy. Don’t you think I’ve called her more than once before I drove all the way upstate?”