~ Alina's POV ~
I blink my eyes again just to be sure, and sure enough, it's really him.
He's looking utterly divine in a tailored charcoal grey suit with a white open neck shirt. His dark hair is as floppy and untamed as it was last night and I find myself picturing his head between my legs...
He's casually glancing around the restaurant as Amy checks for a table when he looks over in my direction. I try to look away, but I'm a second too late, he's seen me.
Shit!
He gives me a slight nod of recognition and I return a small smile. It's only then that I notice he's not alone.
The woman he's with is well dressed and very elegant, but definitely in at least her fifties. I feel a pang of -- what -- jealousy? How ridiculous.
As Jake gets back to the table, I grab him by the arm and quic
