Alex Peterson. Presley chose a crimson ribbed sweater-dress paired with knee-high taupe suede boots. She’d let her long hair dry naturally and left it loose around her shoulders. A touch of makeup completed her outfit and gave her a boost of confidence to meet so many new people. Eliza had warned Presley she’d be much in demand tonight. New people in town were few and far between. Presley scanned the crowd of bodies for Seth. All week her awareness of him had increased until by the end of Friday her libido was screaming. It wasn’t fair for one man to be that sexy. And maddening. He could teach a mule a thing or two. “That’s him.” Eliza grabbed Presley’s arm. “Seth?” Presley sucked in her breath. “No! Alex. Right over there.” Eliza pointed to a man who exactly matched the description she’d given. He was long, lean, and oozed a sexual vibe. No wonder the librarian was intimidated.
