After a while, Jessica lifted her head once more, momentarily pulled from her spiral of thoughts by a movement across the room. Her eyes scanned the lobby's bustling breakfast crowd—then suddenly froze.
No way.
Two familiar faces had just emerged from the kitchen area, weaving effortlessly through the tables. For a split second, her brain couldn’t quite place them—until recognition slammed into her like a wave.
Erica Persaud and Dewayne Bruce.
They looked almost exactly as she remembered them from secondary school—only better. Sharper. More defined by the passing of time. Dewayne, in particular, seemed to have stepped straight out of a daydream.
Tall, dark, and absurdly handsome, Dewayne still moved with the confident ease of someone who’d always known the effect he had on people. Bac
