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every time he thought of it? Of her?
    And why did she occupy his solitary fantasies, every time he took himself in hand?
    The trail branched and he paused to consider his choices. Left? Right? The trail less traveled? He bent to look for signs of recent passersby but darkness precluded any real clues. Mentally flipping a coin—a favorite trick of his—he came up with tails.
    “Left it is,” he murmured, briskly stepping in that direction. But he went no more than a few yards before he stumbled over a large bundle and went flying to hands and knees.
    A female voice screamed and he lurched back under an onslaught of small, hard fists.
    “It’s okay, it’s okay.”
    “ Then get off my ponytail,” the bundle growled, shoving at his knees. “At least you’re not a bear.”
    Out of breath, Val gaped between his spread arms at the woman he’d been tracking, sitting up in her sleep bag and clutching her hair.
    “I’m not.” He rocked back to sit beside her, chuckling despite his scuffed elbows and torn pants.
    She pushed the bag off her legs and crouched as if to run then looked him over and fell back on her behind. “You’re not what?”
    “A bear.” The moon rose behind him, casting a glow over the woman and his eyes drank her in. What the… His heart struck up a drumbeat, nearly slamming its way out of his chest. “Michaela?”
    Not quite a s slim as he’d thought from above, but her figure still tempted. Breasts larger than he remembered, a thicker waist, rounder hips. A mature figure that made his dick try to climb out of his pants. Was she married? Had she had children? Her face held some lines of the laugh variety, and her hair held more gray than he’d imagined, gleaming in the slight light reflected by the clouds.
    His cock sent him a message, demanding he throw himself at her, cover her with kisses, show her the brand of physical affection she’d wanted and he—the stupidest man ever born—had refused.
    “A bear? What are you talking about?” She scooted back, away from him. “And how do you know my name? I have a gun!”
    “No need for violence.” If she had one, it wasn’t in her hands. But he didn’t want to take the chance.
    Thirty-five years of missing her ending in a headline: Hiker kills stalker on dark trail.
    The moon lighting her beautiful features must be casting his in shadow. “You asked about the bear, you said— Never mind.” Tilting his head to the side, he tried to get some light on his face. “Now do you recognize me?”
    She shook her head. Suddenly her face paled and her jaw dropped. “It’s not possible.”
    She knew him.
    “Hi, Mickie.”
    “Where did you come from? Where’s Julia?” She looked around as if expecting the woman to pop out from the trees.
    She knew more about his life than he knew about hers, but not the whole story.
    “You’re a little behind the times. Julia and I don’t travel together anymore.”
    He drew a shuddering sigh, although not of regret. That emotion fled behind the reawakening of passion too long denied. His hands flexed in his desire to stroke her smooth, naked skin, his cock throbbed—he craved her mouth. Does she still taste like ripe cherries? Did they even make that gloss so many years later?
    Her brow furrowed. “I-I’m sorry to hear that. I always imagined you two taking the European capitals by storm.”
    Her words flowed over him, the same voice, a little huskier with time, rolled over him, awakening hungers he’d buried so deep he’d thought them gone. But a single glimpse of her was all it took and he blessed—and cursed—whatever Fate had led him to follow a stranger into the woods.
    “Oh, we did that a long time ago.” And with less enjoyment than he’d hoped. He’d tolerated the fancy hotels and exclusive resorts of his ex’s choosing, while stealing away to breathe the clean mountain air whenever he could. Tramping alone in high altitudes, sometimes not seeing another person for days. He looked at her