Allyson's POV
Looking more carefully, the stranger was tall and athletic, with golden hair that fell past his shoulders and sharp facial features. His bone structure was magazine-perfect, like he belonged on a California beach.
Natural charisma radiated from him, and his entire expression lit up when he spotted Gina.
He took a step back with smooth confidence, catching both our attention. "Gina. I knew it was you."
I grinned slowly, enjoying this. "Oh yes. That's definitely Gina."
Gina fired me a look that could have shattered my champagne flute.
I smiled back innocently.
"So how exactly do you two know each other?"
He offered his hand with calm composure and barely contained humor. "Jameson's the name. We crossed paths at a gallery opening in Juliet. Short encounter... but unforgettable."
Gina mumbled something under her breath that sounded like, "One I wish never happened."
Jameson cocked his head slightly. "What was that?"
