In her haste to get away from the hand that grabbed her, Annabelle stumbled backwards, nearly losing her balance as she looked up at the man she’d collided with.

Her heart froze in place as a wave of confusion rushed through her. He looked so familiar, yet she was certain she had never seen him before.

She was aware of the men behind him, but her gaze was drawn back to him before she could register the danger that men with bodyguards held.

His sharp jawline, the tousled dark hair, and those eyes…those intense, almost mischievous eyes.

She felt a flicker of recognition like she should have known him, but...