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isn’t famous for his patience.”
    “Emma,” I said. Then he possessed my mouth, taking me back to the same place, lust-land, where we shared an unforgettable weekend. I stopped and pushed him a little to talk some reason into him. “Once in a lifetime.”
    “That was before, baby,” he said, and cupped my face. “I know, no complications, light and easy. London’s home for me, so we’ll compromise. I’ll visit, you’ll visit.” He gave me another kiss that left me wanting more after it. “Serendipity; can’t fight it. When I checked the surveillance for the shift change, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I got you.” He set his forehead over mine and caressed my hair. “You and me tonight, dinner and a sleepover. We’re moving you to my flat for the remainder of your trip. Same wave link, light and uncomplicated.”
    Why argue with what meant more mind blowing sex, and him. Jake Knight made me addicted to his arms, touch, voice and hugs from the get go. Light and uncomplicated. We began the first relationship I could handle since my parents died four years ago.

 
    TODAY…

Chapter 3
    Emma
    A NNA MADE A slight turn toward the north, trying to lose the man who followed her into Central Park. The artist loved photography and accidentally she snapped a picture of a member of the—
    “Ladies and gentleman, as we start our descent, please make sure your seat-backs and tray tables are in full….” I mentally cursed when the pilot interrupted my scene. Anna lost her phone and didn’t have a way to reach James. On second thought, the interruption made sense. I needed to change the sidekick’s name. Men loved James Bond, and they’d hate it if I named the pal of my heroine after their man-crush.
    I put my abilities as a savvy traveler to work, and in less than two minutes, my laptop was tightly secured in my messenger bag, which was safely under my seat. Only seconds before the flight attendant passed through my row and gave me a glare like the one she administered to the woman in front of me. From my light jacket I took my package of gum and popped a couple pieces in my mouth. Mr. Hayashi, my friendly seat-neighbor smiled and nodded when I offered him some. Nice guy, he liked to talk and show his family pictures to anyone that would see them—me and the passengers on the other side of the isle.
    The gum was Mom’s old remedy against ear popping. Anna Lynden-Anderson was a smart, beautiful woman, mother of two and wife of Nicholas Anderson. She was remembered by a few and loved by her survivors, her parents—Nana and Grampy—and I. ‘Beloved Mother and Daughter’ her cremation monument read—I recalled, though I never visited their graves. Not since we put their ashes away five years ago. After the funeral I moved to New Haven with my grandparents. An internal alarm began to ring and I reacted just in time. Before my eyes began the next big flood, I swept the memories under the imaginary rug of not now.
    My stomach did a few flips, certainly the plane’s landing side effects I convinced myself. Not the fact that I had returned to my old neighborhood. The old daggers stabbing my chest returned as the wheels of the plane touched the runway. The tragedy that ended my family should remain buried, next to my parents.
    I slapped a hand to my forehead. Why did I agree to this torture? Oh, yes, Gaby, my childhood friend—and happily ever after believer, convinced me to join her party.
    Three months ago, she invited me to have lunch with her and Cade Muir —her boyfriend back then. Though we both lived in New York, we didn’t see much of each other. She was busy with med school, while my work kept me occupied from the early hours of the morning, until late at night. That was the beauty of being an Advertising Director for one of the best companies in London and New York.
    I arrived ten minutes earlier than the time we agreed. Who was I kidding? In truth, it had been a half hour before, to save a seat in the