Mitch’s heart simply stopped. Because Anna—his Anna—was standing in the doorway, looking pale with fatigue and maybe a little shock.
Impossible. How could she have found him? This had to be some kind of waking dream. He hadn’t been sleeping for s**t since he got home.
The vision opened her mouth and took a single step toward him before her body jerked and she pitched forward on a yelp. Mitch didn’t think. He simply leapt, scooping her up before she could tumble to the flagstones. Her body—the long, slim lines of it, settled against his, warm and real.
Not a dream. She was really, truly here.
His heart exploded with fireworks and angel song and all the other ridiculous expressions of joy he’d heard people talk about and considered hyperbole. He didn’t know how she was here and didn’t ca
