The Groom Came Back
Callie Summers recognized her husband the moment he walked in the door of Fresher Flowers. He, however, clearly had no idea who she was.
Her smile of welcome faded in the face of Jack Mitchell's utter lack of recognition. Could eight years, ten thousand dollars' worth of orthodontic treatments and a great haircut make that much difference?
Jack ducked a hanging basket of trailing clematis and stepped around the center display of post-Arbor Day markdowns. As he neared Callie, his glance skimmed her sky-blue tank—she'd grown breasts since she'd last seen him, too—and swooped down her short blue-and-white skirt to her ankles, then back up to her face. There was nothing as blatant as admiration in his gray-green eyes—more a keen observation.
You didn't get to be a top neurosurgeon without developing powers of observation, Callie supposed. Even if his memory was somewhat deficient.
"Hi," he said. "I hear you're the best florist in Parkvale." Had his smile been that sexy eight years ago?
Of course not. At seventeen, she'd viewed Jack's twenty-six years as a source of comfort, of protection. Besides, those hadn't been happy days.
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