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He was tall, with a lithe, broad-shouldered, lean-hipped body that was in perfect proportion to his height. His hair was dark, not black, but a deep, dark mahogany that the sun had streaked here and there with attractive splashes of coppery gold.

“Are you lost?”

“No, of course I’m not,” exclaimed Ginny, only too aware of the flustered picture she was presenting. “I…Who are you?”

“Michael Grant,” he replied, a faint hint of amusement in the vivid blue eyes. “And I can only assume that you are one of Libby’s many and varied friends.”