Chapter Twelve

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Helena recognized him instantly, but her logic was not so easily convinced. It could not be...the handsome, quick-witted attorney she'd met briefly in the airport. Her mind struggled to keep pace. Surely she was mistaken. But then he grinned his impish grin—Helena had not forgotten it—and his dark eyes sparkled. It was him.

And she'd not so much as combed her hair. Helena could have kicked herself.

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Thanks for reading!

Julie

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