The Millionaire's Miracle
Gillian Baron formed a fist, lifted it in the air and let it fall to her side—twice—before finally forcing herself to rap on the door of the upscale apartment.
Even then she had to fight the urge to run away like a naughty child, who'd pulled a prank on the neighbors.
Considering that this portal to the past had never been closed to her before, knocking on it now shouldn't feel so surreal.
Maybe he isn't home.…
Gillian leaned forward on the balls of her feet and assumed the ready position.
Ready for what? To bolt again? To run away from all that had once been good and true in her life? Back when life had been as close to perfect as humanly possible and she'd had the key to this man's home—and his heart.
Before everything went so terribly, irreparably wrong.
Before he'd come to hate her.
Sighing in relief at her good fortune to avoid the awkward encounter she'd been dreading, Gillian turned to go.
"I tried," she said, rehearsing what she would tell her sisters when they demanded why she'd failed to speak to him. "Really I tried."
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