His name came out in a whisper because Mia couldn’t breathe for the elephant that had just dropped down on her chest.
The husband she’d lost all those years ago—the man she’d thought never to see again—was right here. Bigger, broader, and bearded, but she’d know those storm-dark gray eyes anywhere. No one else’s gaze had ever felt like a physical touch.
He was here, in Eden’s Ridge, in the flesh. And it was more than apparent he hadn’t come in search of her, as those arrogantly sensual lips went from an O of shock to pressing into a thin line.
One of the other two men with him glanced between them. “Uh, you two know each other?”
She couldn’t process fast enough to actually respond. How could she even answer that question in a way that wouldn’t necessitate lengthy explanations?
Brax su
