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Jessica Moran had been pudgy and hopelessly homely. The woman who emerged from the flowers was as lithe as a wood sprite. And when she saw him her eyes went very wide. Then she glanced over her shoulder, looking like a deer who wanted to bolt.

“I’m hoping you can help me,” he said. “I’m looking for—”

But the words didn’t come. He felt the shock of her eyes. They were the kind of eyes a man never forgot, ever.

Even way back then, when she had been a few pounds overweight and plain, he’d looked into her eyes and felt enchanted.

Enchanted enough to say, “I’ll call.”

And, of course, then he’d come to his senses. And never called.

He could see the memory of that long-ago promise not kept flit through the clear surface of her eyes, and he knew why she had wanted to run.

It wasn’t because she thought he was a stranger. No. It was because Jessica Moran knew exactly who he was.