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The only thing anchoring Ben to Earth right now was the comfort of Julie’s arms around him. He was so angry his head was spinning. The Reinhards had lied. Deliberately. And he knew why, too. Because they’d wanted Julie to stay with their daughter, not come back to Ben.
He was furious with the attacker, too, the man who had scared Julie away. And a little bit—maybe just a little—he was angry with Julie. Why had she believed for one second that he would stand her up on her birthday? Why hadn’t she found another way to reach him?
He held on to her more tightly. The girl Julie had been slim, almost a tomboy, someone who’d loved climbing trees and swimming in the ocean. The woman Julie was stronger, curvier, with the body of someone who did physical work for a living. But certain things
