lot of milk, didn‟t he?”
Anna doubted milk was his favorite drink now, but she let the question ride. She had no desire
to get into a speculative discussion about Jake Rollins‟s interests. Especially since she‟d once beenone of them. She‟d bet Becky, who‟d gone to school with them both, and had known her since they
were all in diapers, remembered that nearly as well as Anna did.
“And speaking of good
looking devils,” Becky continued, her voice turning sticky
“Look who just walked in. Why if it isn‟t Jake Rollins, as I live and breathe.”
Half suspecting Becky of pulling her leg, Anna turned around. Shock hit her in the chest likethe kick of a horse, as chill and bitter as the winter wind that whistled through the open doorway.
She couldn‟t breathe. Her head whirled, her stomach plunged. For an endless moment she could do
no more than stare at the man filling the doorway.
Life, she thought, sucking in air again, was terrifically unfair. He didn‟t look dissipated at all.
Older, mature, not a boy any longer, but a man. And oh, Lord, what a man. Same dark-blond hair,same sky-blue eyes, same lady-killer dimple winking in one lean cheek. Six feet plus of pure, hardmale. A white T-shirt, visible beneath his black leather jacket, stretched across his muscled chest andflat abdomen. So much for the paunch he deserved, she thought. Faded denim hugged his long legs
just tightly enough to inspire wicked fantasies. Some picture. Enough to make a strong woman‟s
knees buckle and give a weak one a heart attack.
He nodded at Becky, but his eyes were for her. “Anna Leigh,” he said, in that midnight
-sinful voice she remembered all too well.
Had nothing changed about the blasted man? “Anna Connor,” she corrected, and met his
devilish gaze with a bland look of her own.
He grinned at her, acknowledging the pointed remark, but he didn‟t look away. No, he looked
her over like he had all day and then some, and like he for darn sure approved of the view. A tingle of sensual awareness started in her belly and spread. She cursed herself and swore she
wouldn‟t let him affect her, wouldn‟t let him get to her. But it was too late,
he already had. Along with the undeniable attraction, and just as unwelcome, a finger of fear shivered through her.
She turned back to Becky and said sharply, “Would you mind ringing this stuff up, Becky, or are
you going to stand there gawking for the nex
t half hour?” She couldn‟t really blame her friend. If hehadn‟t been the last man on earth she wanted to see, she‟d have been gawking, too.
Obviously shocked by her curtness, Becky stared at her with rounded eyes. “Well, sure, Anna. Ididn‟t know you were
in such a hurry.” She sniffed, and Anna knew Becky would give her the coldshoulder for at least a week. She‟d endure an ice age, though, if she could just get out of there and
away from Jake.
“Where do you keep the picture?” he asked her, lounging
against the counter while Becky rang each item up as slowly as an armadillo crossed the road.
Sixteen years since Anna had seen him, and he still surprised her. That wasn‟t the sort of question she‟d have expected him to ask her. “What picture?”
“The one that ages while you never do.”
She cast him a withering glare
—one that had made other men pale. “Still have that charm, I see.Don‟t bother wasting it on me, cowboy.”
He smiled, a slow, wicked smile guaranteed to make a woman melt. Well, dammit, not her. Shehad dry ice in her veins when it came to him.
“Charm is never wasted on a beautiful woman. How have you been, Anna?”
Becky‟s eyelids had stretched so wide by now that it was a wonder her eyeballs didn‟t fall out of
her head. She ignored both Becky and Ja
ke, hoping if she didn‟t respond he‟d go away.
“I‟d have known you anywhere. It‟s downright spooky how much you still look like the