dark head swivels, his dark eyes seeming to zero in on me. God, he looks like my ex, the one that left me with no word. Same muscular build, same piercing blue eyes.
It gives me butterflies, if the butterflies could be made of lead.
I’ve found my summer fling, without question. That is, assuming that he works here.
He yells something at the driver, motioning to the sign posted just a few feet behind him. It says that the speed limit is only fifteen miles per hour here; we were definitely going at least three times as fast down the hill.
I’m not listening, though. I’m too busy drooling over the guy.
God, how long has it been since I’ve been with a strange man? Especially one that looks like he does?
Never. The answer is never.
Maybe he can be my first.
As the driver waves and pulls off, I can’t stop staring at the man on the side of the road. He looks so much like Grayson Sellwood, except he wears a scowl that Gray never sported. Gray was always sunny, his disposition happy no matter what.
This guy looks like he is the exact opposite, though of course I would be scowling too if I had just almost been run over.
Then we turn the corner. The man disappears from view.
My heart starts beating again, so loud and hard that it rushes through my ears. The driver goes around another turn and then pulls up in a gravel parking lot. Just beyond are a collection of rustic-looking wooden buildings, the largest of them labeled Campbell Mess Hall. In the distance, almost hidden amongst the trees, is a ropes course.
Swallowing thickly, I drag in a breath. The driver is already getting out of the car and unloading my suitcases. Taking a deep breath, I climb out of the dark SUV, running a hand over my white silk top and clingy blue skirt. Looking around at the campsite, at the way the trees form a canopy over most of the area, I’m a little awestruck.
God, it even smells different out here. Like pine trees and rain.
Grabbing my purse from the car, I tuck my phone inside it and walk toward the dining hall. Another familiar face comes loping out, his handsome face flickering from a smile into a look of puzzlement.
I cock my head to the side. “Aiden?”
He looks more than a little surprised, but he seems unable to place me. “Yeah…”
I raise my hand, bringing it up to cover my heart, which is clattering against my ribs. If Aiden is here, then Grayson may be here too. That angry looking man I just saw, the one my driver almost hit?
He didn’t just look like Grayson. He was Grayson.
What.
The.
Hell?
Chapter Four
Grayson
For a minute, as I trail the big black SUV on its way into camp, I feel as if I’ve lost the thread of reality. The feeling of a kind of deja vu floats around me, its hot fingers wrapping themselves about my neck.
I saw her.
Rachel Black.
I saw her, in that moment, staring through the windshield.
From several lifetimes ago, the past reached up and ensnared me, breathing its dust in my ear. The girl who was once mine, the only girl who has ever held my heart… that girl looked at me, her expression as startled as mine.
My heart stutters, threatening to stop.
God, what I wouldn’t give to get one little glimpse of her today. Just to know that she’s still alive.
And then it is over, the SUV moving on as if nothing happened. Leaving me shaking my head and wondering about my sanity. I’ve thought about Rachel endlessly for the past five years. Felt the empty space beside me acutely. Mourned the loss of her.
But this is the first time I have hallucinated her all the way out here in Washington. Blowing out a breath, I start walking around the bend in the road. I’m way off when I first spot her, walking slowly in the other direction.
It’s easy to see why my tired brain confused Rachel for her. She’s more dressed up than I remember, wearing towering high heels and a pink dress. But she also has that same mane of honey blonde hair, so long that it touches the top of her perfect peach shaped ass.
My heart thunders in my chest when she starts to turn around.
Fuck.
She doesn’t just look like Rachel.
With those features, those cheekbones and nose, those full lips, those perfectly arched brows and dusky brown eyes…
She is Rachel.
Rachel is here.
And she looks at