Now Beau was left alone with the woman who lived in his dreams constantly. He stared at her, memorizing this new, older, more sophisticated Sarah. More mouthwatering, although the original had been great. The silence between them grew until it was practically a living thing. Why didn't she say something, even if it was to tell him to go to hell? Finally he cleared his throat.

"Good to see you again, Sarah."

"Is it?" Frost dripped from her words. She stood there behind ...