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Alyssa turned around as the door opened and stared at the man who entered.

For one disorientating moment she thought she must have made a mistake—that this was surely not Adam. Even accounting for the ten years that had passed, there seemed nothing but a vague resemblance to connect this tall, hard-looking individual with the young man she remembered.

He was still handsome, but it was almost as if all those layers had been stripped away, exposing a hewn granite core. He was dressed for riding like any country gentleman, in pale buckskins and a dark blue coat, but there was a foreign air about him. Perhaps it was because he was tanned and his dark hair—which had once been carelessly long—was cut unfashionably short. But the greatest difference was in his eyes. She had remembered they were grey, but not that they were so dark and watchful. They expressed no emotion. No recognition. Not even curiosity.

‘Miss Drake?’ he said after a moment. ‘You wished to see me?’