Camila's heels clicked on the cobblestone path leading to the wrought-iron bench where Blake sat, waiting. She approached him with a grace that belied the turmoil churning within.

　　"Blake," she greeted with a nod, her voice even, betraying none of the surprise at his sudden invitation.

　　"Camila," he stood up swiftly, the tailored lines of his suit hugging his athletic frame. His piercing green eyes locked onto her dark ones, an intensity in his gaze that she ...