“Martise! We meet again.” If the ground suddenly opened up at her feet, she would have stepped willingly into the chasm. The man smiling at her was breathtaking, handsome enough to stop women and men in their tracks for a second look. Thick blond hair grazed his muscular shoulders. The eyes gazing back at her were heavily lashed—bluer than a mountain lake and shallower than a rain puddle. He had a sculpted face of unlined perfection, as if the deities who created him chose one moment to bless a human with godlike beauty. Eight years earlier, he’d been a dream come to life, a surprising gift to
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