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bridesmaid have him. Elisabeth had a satisfactory life for seven years without talking to the man. Wouldn’t have given him another thought once she’d managed to piece her shattered heart back together, except that she ended up getting a job in Colorado Springs, home of the US Air Force Academy.
    She was content with her life. Well, that wasn’t completely true, but she’d perfected the “always the bridesmaid, never the bride” role. No one suspected she wasn’t satisfied being single, as she hosted her friends’ bridal showers and purchased items off their gift registries. The gloss had worn off all things matrimonial, but she refused to let her deflated hopes ruin anyone else’s wedding day.
    She was here to be Tori’s maid of honor, not get tangled up with Jamie Travers again. She’d focus on all she needed to do to keep Tori from stressing, and then head back home and never see the man again.
    Her laptop sat on the small oval desk in the room, but the idea of getting online and checking Facebook held no appeal. She’d taken a few photos during the evening, but she’d post them on Instagram tomorrow. For now, all she wanted to do was sleep.
    After getting ready for bed and turning off the lights, Elisabeth crawled beneath the plush covers, pulling them up over her shoulders and burrowing beneath her feather pillow. All she needed was a decent night’s rest and she’d be able to face anything tomorrow, including her former boyfriend.
    Elisabeth twisted and turned, trying to find a comfortable position on the mattress that was much firmer than her usual one. The minute she closed her eyes, Jamie Travers appeared in her mind, all grown up and so good-looking, his dark blond hair cropped short on the sides and fuller on the top, his eyes like dark brown suede. His lanky build had filled out, his shoulders broader, his arms more muscular, but his smile was the same, able to trigger a responsive warmth in her heart.
    Enough.
    She needed to go to sleep, not lie awake remembering what Jamie looked like now. Elisabeth rolled over on her back, positioning the pillow under her head. She needed to relax. Come tomorrow, she’d be going nonstop . . .
    A soft click caused her to hold her breath, and she gripped the blanket in her fists. What was that? Was someone opening the door to her room? Housekeeping? But she hadn’t requested extra pillows . . .
    The thoughts skittered through her mind even as the door to her room opened, the light from the hallway illuminating a man’s form. Elisabeth scrambled upright, her legs tangled in the blankets. She had nothing she could use to defend herself from an intruder, save for a half-full bottle of water on the bedside table. Rising to her knees, she grabbed it and threw it at the figure looming in the doorway.
    â€œHey!” The overhead light blazed on just as the bottle arced through the air, water splashing against the sweater worn by the man framed by the doorway.
    Jamie Travers?
    â€œWhat are you doing in my room?” Elisabeth reached for her cell phone that lay on the marble-topped bedside table but only succeeded in knocking it to the floor.
    â€œYou planning on throwing your phone at me?” He bent to pick up the plastic bottle lying at his feet, water seeping into the carpet. “And this is my room.”
    â€œWhat are you talking about? It can’t be your room. I’ve already checked into it.” Elisabeth rescued her phone and stumbled out of the bed, tugging at the hem of her T-shirt. “Go back to the front desk and figure out where you’re supposed to be.”
    â€œI’m supposed to be here.” The man held up a plastic key card and had the audacity to roll his suitcase into the room. “Obviously.”
    â€œWell, there’s some sort of mistake. Obviously.”
    â€œAre you sure you’re in the right room,