I gaped at him a long moment, long enough for his friends to stare and start to laugh while he gave me a lopsided grin. There was enough curiosity in him it tempered the arrogance I felt from his aura. Not my Adam, this young man with the cocky attitude and the way he looked me up and down. A stranger. Who didn't remember me.

"Sorry," I muttered, backing away, knowing I looked like an awkward loser in a sundress and bare feet and not caring. "I thought you were someone ...