Perfect Fit: Book 4 of the Fated Hearts Series by Aimee Nicole Walker

been and understood the senator’s burning desire to reacquaint himself with Jag. I sure has hell had spent several nights tossing and turning with a burning rage of desire that I started to suspect only Jag could put out. Fuck, I wanted to reacquaint myself with his skills.
    The fiery sensation intensified until I could feel it burning a path up my esophagus and taste my jealousy on my tongue. There was a part of me that wanted to stomp over there and break up their little bromance before anything could get started, but I held myself back. I made a big enough asshole of myself the last time I saw Jag and gave into my newfound jealousy, I refused to do so again.
    Dr. Halverston began to yammer on about this alum and that alum, but I tuned him out and focused on the two gorgeous men engaged in a conversation full of smiles and laughter. It was during this intense scrutiny that I noticed that Jag’s smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. My jealousy faded somewhat as I remembered the times I saw the smile in his eyes when he looked into mine. Okay, so we were either playing basketball, fucking, or sucking each other off, but still… I had been on the receiving end of his genuine smile. The urge to see it again struck me between the eyes hard enough to make me dizzy, causing me to blink several times while I gathered myself.
    “Are you okay, Miller?” I heard the concern in Dr. Halverston’s voice. “You’re not intoxicated are you? That would make the department look really bad in front of such an illustrious group of graduates.”
    “Too much birthday cake at my niece’s party this afternoon, sir. I think my blood sugar dropped suddenly and left me a little lightheaded. I’ll just go grab a bite to eat from the buffet and I’ll be just fine.” I kept my voice modulated so as not to show my disdain for the man who thought I’d get tanked at such an important event. Some people could be so fucking intelligent, but didn’t have an ounce of common sense.
    “Dr. Brexler,” Gavin said, walking up beside me, “there are a few benefactors who’d like to talk to you about your future projects.” Thank God for Gavin, who knew of my dislike of for the clueless department head.
    “Perhaps I should come along, as well.” I would have hung my head in embarrassment for him, but Jag chose that exact moment to look at me.
    Time had not diminished the impact those penetrating eyes had on me. Jag titled his head slightly in acknowledgment before turning his focus back on the senator. It felt more like a dismissal than a greeting and the burning sensation returned in full force as if some evil witch stirred her wicked brew in in my stomach.
    “There are so many people for you to circulate and talk with, Dr. Halverston,” Gavin answered for me. “If Dr. Brexler needs your assistance then I will come find you.” Gavin’s ass kissing was met by a harrumph and hearty slap on his back before the penguin-shaped man waddled off into the crowd. “Is that him?” Gavin asked me as soon as Halverston was out of earshot.
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Gavin.” I pivoted on my heels and made my way over to the buffet table to get a bite to eat. The excuse I gave to Halverston wasn’t too far from the truth; I had eaten too much birthday cake and not enough protein and fiber.
    “Don’t play coy with me, Dr. Brexler,” Gavin said as he followed behind me. I had hoped by ignoring him as I loaded my plate that he’d walk away and find someone else to amuse him, but fortune wasn’t smiling down upon me. “I saw the way you were looking at the tall, dark, and sexy man talking to the senator.”
    “You saw no such thing, Gavin.” Deny. Deny. Deny. Maybe one day it would be true.
    “He’s the one that had you wiggling in your chair a few months ago, right? The one you were sighing over as you looked through your planner like you just couldn’t get the memory of how he made you feel out of your