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“Good morning.”

She looked up, and for a second her heart stopped.

And then he moved, stepped forward into the room, and as the light hit his face Annie felt the stupid, foolish hope drain away and her heart started again.

Crazy. For a moment there—but it was silly. It was just because she’d been thinking about him—

“You okay?” he asked, his voice low and rough and strangely sensuous. “You look as if you’ve seen a ghost.”

She nearly laughed aloud, and dragged her eyes from the battered, lived-in face in front of her, staring down in bewilderment at her shaking hands. Lord, she should have stopped doing this after all these years, clutching at straws, seeing him in any random stranger, but there was just something—

“Sorry. You reminded me of someone.”