Jeremiah turned, came face to face with Jennifer and felt like he had been sucker punched in the stomach. She was breathtakingly gorgeous, reminding him of the time they'd spent in Paris. That was the kind of dress she would have worn to one of the operas they attended, and he would have enjoyed peeling it off inch by inch then proceed to make love to her all night long. But it seems impossible now. At first he was afraid she wouldn't attend, then realized he should have been worried about something else. Like the man standing beside her with his arm around her waist. Without realizing it, he gripped...