“Ashley? You okay?” The voice was deep, smooth, like a cello string humming in the dark. For a second, Ashley thought she was dreaming, so she ignored it. But then the voice cut back in, sharper this time.

“Ashley? What’s going on? Hello—earth to Ashley?”

Of course. Fate had a twisted sense of humor. She’d just told herself she didn’t want to run into Vance, and boom—there he was, right in front of her. Perfect timing, too, right after she’d thought about him. Damn it. ...