"What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice coming out more breathless than I intended.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "I should be asking you the same thing."

I swallowed hard, trying desperately not to notice how tall he was, or how achingly good he smelled.

"My friend's birthday," I managed. "Tracy. We're celebrating."

He nodded, that infuriating smirk still playing on his lips.

I gave him a look, an eyebrow raised. "And you?"

He laughed in a way that transformed his usually ...