Chapter 62

'Jasmine.'

She stiffened at the sound of his husky voice behind her, and turned slowly, her eyes widening as she looked at a changed Collins. No neatly styled short hair but an overlong windswept style that made him appear rakishly younger, and no three-piece suit either but a faded denim shirt that unbuttoned down his chest to reveal the dark hair that grew there, the cuffs turned back casually to the elbows, a pair of faded denims molded tightly to the lean length of his legs, a pair of tan leather boots on his feet, and he had their son in his arms.

He wasn't the Collins she remembered, and she could only stare at him wordlessly. He stared right back at her, the eyes probing her own appearance, making her conscious of everything. Her hair, the weight loss of the last months evident in her face and body, the latter made obvious by the clinging gold pants-suit she wore.

'Don't returning husbands get a welcome any more?'

Strangely it was Dan who asked t