Just like the first time she'd seen him, she wondered if thinking about the man had conjured him up. Only this time, there were no warm tingles. Just that funny feeling in her head like she might faint.

She was sure he was recalling every detail of the night she'd propositioned him. Then night he'd made his rejection of her look like the easiest thing he'd ever done.

"This is Rob Sutter," said Kate's grandfather, over the buzz in her ears. "Rob, this is my only granddaughter, Katie Hamilton. I don't believe you've met."

The silence between them seemed to stretch forever as she waited for him to imform her grandfather that they had already met. To tell him his granddaughter was a drunk...or worse.

"No. We haven't met" he said. A curious smile turned up the corners of his mouth. "It's nice to meet you, Katie."