Her blood ran cold. She hated her striking resemblance to Serena Siren. It was one of the many reasons she rarely left her cabin, even to go as far as the Lodge.
“I guarantee we haven’t met before,” she said primly, and desperately wished he’d gulp down the whiskey so she could pour him another.
That made hum chuckle. “Oh, I believe that. But still…stand up a moment, turn in a circle. Go on.” He motioned impatiently until she hesitantly obeyed. “Walk to the end of the kitchen, then come back.”
She felt ridiculous, but obeyed when she saw him sip again.
Even in her casual blouse and trim slacks, she looked like a fairy princess…
“You should be wearing a long gown and a tiara,” he mused…and that’s when it finally clicked. “Fairfax… Miss America? But that can’t have been you! That was tw
