Chapter 3
Ric. Ric Bonelli, the boy who’d grown up across the river. Once upon a time he’d been her best and closest friend. ‘You.’ She could barely believe the evidence of her eyes.
Ric bit his lip as though buying time to collect his thoughts. The gesture was heart-tearingly familiar. ‘Nina . . .’
She didn’t trust herself to speak, couldn’t speak.
The door opened and Dylan appeared, sized them up. ‘The penny finally dropped, did it?’ He retreated into the house and Nina felt suddenly sober. Without thinking, she reached out to trace her finger down Ric’s face. Her childhood sweetheart stood before her, but then again he didn’t. Time had transformed him into this stunning stranger. Dylan reappeared, a bottle of champagne in hand. He popped the cork, making Nina jump. ‘Come on, you two
