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wrong way. It was no use. He was gone. Unless he had some reason to come back to the store. But she only worked part-time. What were the chances that the day he chose to return would be the day she'd be working?
    Slim to none.
    She could go back and see if she could find his address or phone number from whatever he had purchased. Maybe through a receipt or a credit card transaction. But that sounded too much like stalking and, she miserably admitted, implied a rather pathetic and pitiful desperation on her part.
    Honestly? Could she sink any lower ? She wasn’t even sure if he had bought anything. She’d been in such a hurry to find him, she’d forgotten to ask Elaine why he had come into the store in the first place.
    And what was she doing? Chasing after a man and a much younger man at that. She probably needed her head examined. Her mother had certainly insisted she do so after she filed for divorce from Douglas. She’d told Lydia that she no longer trusted her to do the right thing anymore and that she needed to go and see a shrink. Lydia had ignored her mother at the time. But maybe she was right. Running out of the store like that. Acting as if she was thirteen years old instead of thirty-nine.
    As she turned around to head back, she ran smack into someone.
    “Oh, I’m sorry.” She quickly took a step back, but as she did her feet became entwined and she felt herself spinning towards the ground.
    Someone grabbed hold of her arms and steadied her. She looked up and gasped.
    “Why, hello, lovely Lydia. We meet again.”
    As she stared up into the face she had fantasized about every night for the last two weeks, the blood in her veins flooded with heat.
    Tristan’s dark blue eyes gazed down into hers, his firm lips curved in an inviting smile. He looked as handsome in reality as he had in her fantasies. His warm hands were still around her arms and the current she felt from his touch was jumpstarting nerve endings she had long thought numb. As she continued to stare up into his eyes, she was barely conscious of the people eddying around them.
    “Um, hello,” she finally managed to say. She was painfully aware that he was seeing her in the glare of the sun instead of the darkness of the club. Every line and crease alongside her eyes and mouth seemed to itch and burn.
    Tristan’s smile deepened, bringing out those sexy dimples on both sides of his mouth. “I told you we’d see each other again. It’s fate” He glanced at her arms. She was wearing a short sleeved yellow shirt over her green slacks. “Where's your jacket? Aren't you cold?”
    “My jacket? Oh, it's at the store.”
    She had been so intent on finding him that she’d run outside without any thought as to her jacket. It was warm for fall, but not that warm.
    “The store?”
    “I work at the new age store. The one you just left.”
    “Really? I didn't see you there.”
    “I was in the back. In the storeroom. Talking to my mother.” Why was she babbling? She was sure he probably didn’t give a hoot as to whom she’d been talking to . “I heard you, but by the time I got to the front you were gone.”
    “And you came in search of me.” He reached up and brushed away an errant strand of hair, which a breeze had blown against her cheek. “I’m flattered.”
    Her cheeks burned like hot coals at his touch. “I…uh…I wanted to…I thought I could…”
    “I was hoping to see you again, too.”
    “Really?”
    He nodded. “Unfortunately, since I didn't get your last name at the club I had no way of finding you.”
    “I'm sorry about that. It was the first time I'd been out in a while. I was just being cautious. I didn't mean to be rude.”
    “You were hardly being rude. You did the right thing. And, well, here we are, so it worked out for the best.”
    She had fantasized about him so much that having him here in the flesh was hard for her to believe. But it wasn't a dream. He was here and he was real. She glanced at the people walking