Shattered Reunion

He tilted his head, dark eyes steady, and asked in a low, courteous voice, “Miss, can I help you with something?”

Sloane’s eyes flooded at once, tears shimmering like city lights caught in rain.

That voice—deep, protective—sounded exactly the way her brother used to speak to her.

Kieran? Could it truly be Kieran?

This was no dream conjured in midnight loneliness; the man stood in full, undeniable