“Where have you been all my life?”

“Oh, Gina.” Brady ran a hand across his somber face and took a deep breath. “Where have you been all my life?”

“California.”

“No. Now that I think about it, you’ve been here all the time. Since I was 19, anyway.”

“Nineteen? What are you talking about?”

“I remember you visiting the summer I was 19. You must have been 15.”

“Did we meet?”

“Not exactly, but I knew who you were.”

“That Lindstrom girl.”

“Mm-hmm. I watched you hanging out with Lauren and Liz. You looked like such a snob.”

“What’d I do?”

“Nothing in particular. You were just too cute to be for real. Between that and your heritage, I concluded you were a snob.”

“You thought I was cute?”

He chuckled. “Cute as a bug’s ear with a Miss America smile.”

Her skin tingled. “Hmm, I see. And being cute made me a snob?”

“Well, all three of you were snobs. After all, you were Lindstroms.”

“I never stood a chance.”

“Not really…”