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under an open gray coat into concerned navy-blue eyes. Her
high-pitched yip of shocked recognition sounded much too like a dog in pain.
    “Oh my God,” he blurted and his eyes widened. After a long
moment of stunned silence, he dropped to her side. “Are you okay?”
    He doesn’t remember me. Relief wrestled with
disappointment.
    “I can’t believe it’s you,” he said.
    He does remember me. Worry and pleasure joined
the fight. Oh God, I’m unconscious or dead and this isn’t happening. It
can’t be him. Panic surged as her heart thundered.
    “Are you hurt?” he asked.
    “I’m fine.”
    When he stood and reached to help her up, Wren ignored his
hand. She grabbed her bag and purse, scrambled to her feet and brushed herself
down.
    He ran his fingers through his short black hair. “I really
can’t believe this.” His smile slipped and his shoulders slumped. “Ah. You
don’t remember me.”
    Options zipped through her brain.
    Pretend not to remember him.
    Admit I do and run away.
    Admit I do and not run away—not yet anyway.
    “We met in—” he began.
    “Venice,” she said and he smiled.
    And what she’d remembered as The Big Mistake started to seem
much less of a mistake now that he was in front of her again. She could have
sunbathed in the warmth of his smile. For the second time that day, sexual
interest exploded low in her belly like a white-hot firework. Or a distress
flare.
    Then she recalled what happened last time they met and the
heat shot to her cheeks. He might be in sheep’s clothing, but he was another
wolf. He looked like Tomas, of a similar height and build, though his hair was
shorter and neater. Her gaze locked on his hands and her mind side-slipped to
memories of his fingers stroking her skin, and how he’d— Oh damn .
    “Are you a student?” he asked.
    “No, I work here.” She leaned back against the wall before
she fell over.
    He let out a choked laugh. “I can’t believe this. Sorry I
keep saying that, but I really can’t believe it. Christ.” He shook his head. “I
searched for you for hours, but in those crowds it was impossible. I never
thought I’d see you again.”
    Her heart surged into her throat and she swallowed. “You
searched for me?”
    “Of course I did, but I didn’t know anything about you, or
where to reach you. When you were in my arms I’d thought how bloody erotic not
to know each other’s name and then after, I just wished I’d at least known
that. Maybe I could have found you. As it was, all I could do was roam the
streets searching for a woman in a pretty dress. Tell me your name quickly
before a herd of buffalo rush through and part us.”
    She grinned. “Wren Monroe.”
    “Wren.” He smiled. “I like it. I’m Adam Kesey.” He winced.
“Sounds rather formal after what—” A choked groan escaped his lips. “Look, are
you free? Can I buy you lunch?”
    “Lunch? Okay.” She was amazed she could speak.
    “Want to go to the café? Or is there a pub or restaurant
around here?”
    “There’s a pub round the corner.”
    “Perfect. Lead the way.”
    Oh. My. God. She never thought she’d see him again.
After she’d stopped wanting to, she changed to wishing she’d never met him in
the first place. He was The Big Mistake. Now he was here. Incredible.
    “I didn’t hurt you did I?” he asked.
    Her heart floundered. A bit late to ask that. She had been hurt, but not physically. Just months of—
    “I must have pushed, just as you pulled,” he said.
    Ah, the door. “No, I’m okay.”
    “What do you teach?” he asked as they walked outside.
    “English and Italian.”
    “I remember you said you were learning Italian. I think that
was the only thing you told me. We—er—didn’t talk much.”
    They’d done all their communicating with their hands and
mouths.
    Adam seemed different to the impassioned guy of five years
ago. But then they’d been caught up in the charged atmosphere of that night,
drunk on the sights, sounds,