I was hiding in the hotel's garden, clutching a cup of coffee and trying to gather the courage to face the day, when I heard footsteps on the gravel path behind me.
"There you are."
I turned to find Damien walking toward me, looking unfairly handsome in dark jeans and a white button-down shirt. The morning sun caught the gold in his hair, and for a heart-stopping moment, I saw Noah in his features so clearly it took my breath away.
"I've been looking for you," he said, settling onto the bench beside me without invitation. "Vanessa said you weren't feeling well last night."
"I'm fine." The lie came automatically. "Just tired."
He studied my face with those storm-colored eyes that haunted my dreams. "You sure? You look like you've seen a ghost."
*More like the ghost of my past, sitting
