Chapter 8

The honey blond hair was longer and pulled into a ponytail, but it was her. He felt, more than visualized her, and his body quickened in response even after all these months.

Then she turned and presented her profile, and he felt every ounce of blood drain from his face.

What the everloving hell?

She was beautiful. Maybe even more beautiful than she was when they were together. Okay, maybe it was because he hadn’t seen her for so damn long. But hell, she was stunning.

She looked simple, as she always liked to look, but somehow that simplicity made her stand out. She was wearing her uniform, a short blue skirt and fitted white shirt, with a white apron tied around her waist.

He had always hated that skirt. Not because she didn’t look good in it. It was actually because she looked too good in it, the skirt exposed her smooth, straight, shapely legs and all he could think about t