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with relief. “Good.” She dragged Michelle back toward the men. “There’s something else I needed to tell you, but I can’t remember what it is.” She motioned at her mouth. “It’s on the tip of my tongue.”
    “You have a lot going on.” Michelle patted her friend’s arm. “Don’t worry about it.”
    “I don’t mind telling you that the festival planning has been stressful,” Vanessa admitted under her breath. “I can’t wait until this celebration is over.”
    I know how you feel…
     
    Ryan couldn’t take his eyes off of Michelle. He had always thought she was beautiful, and that one night he caught a glimpse of how breathtaking she would become.
    It turned out he had been wrong. She was even more extraordinary than he had imagined.
    He didn’t know what did it, what made her so beautiful that it caused something deep inside him to shift when he looked at her. All he knew was that he had better find out before he did something like fall to his knees. Serenade her. Let his tongue hang out and pant.
    Ryan pulled his attention up and away from her face. It couldn’t be her hair that threw him into a tailspin. He wasn’t even sure if he liked the short cut. He was pissed off for the loss of all that long, silky black hair. Not that he had a say in the decision, but he remembered how much he had enjoyed finding any excuse to sink his hands into the waves of her hair.
    Although there was something to be said about the new style. It was flirty, chic, and it emphasized her gentle features. He was tempted to rub his fingertips along the feathery ends to see if it was as soft as it looked.
    Her brown eyes seemed bigger. Wiser. Yet he still saw the innocence lurking in the shadows. There was something about her face that made him think she had braved through a lot of life in just the past couple of years.
    Even the informal clothes had a cosmopolitan edge. The jeans hung low on the graceful slope of her hips, offering a glimpse of silky skin. The simple T-shirt screamed designer, but he was more interested in how the expensive cotton skimmed her curves. The denim jacket she wore looked trendy and aggressive. Very big city.
    Maybe that was the problem. No matter how hard he had tried to hide it in the past, Ryan had felt uncivilized with the previous version of Michelle. God knew what he was going to do around this sophisticated incarnation.
    And as much as he wanted to prove to himself that that one night wasn’t going to get the better of him, that he could erase his mistake, he had a bad feeling he was about to make it worse.
    He didn’t know why he was making that prediction. It didn’t make sense. He had dated a lot. Even the most beautiful and sexiest women around. So why did Michelle Nelson have the power to tie him up in knots?
    Now wasn’t the time to find out. Not in front of the watching town and definitely not in front of the local newspaper reporter. It was time to admit his error in judgment and get the hell out before it was too late.
    “Sorry about that,” Michelle said, not quite looking him in the eye as she stuffed her fists into her jean jacket.
    “Good luck, you guys,” Danny said as he curled his arm around Vanessa’s waist. “And, Michelle? You owe me. You owe me big.”
    Michelle’s smile was wry as she watched her brother and friend walk away. “Oh, yeah, Danny. Don’t worry. I won’t forget this for a long, long time.”
    Yep. She’s not happy at all. Ryan didn’t blame her, but that was the point of why he had volunteered to do this stupid hunt. He had never gotten the chance to do or say anything about that one night because she had left the next morning. This scavenger hunt was supposed to be his chance.
    But his chance for what? He didn’t know. Now that he thought about it, when he had said he’d do this, he’d had a vague idea of a plan.
    Okay, he had no plan. No strategy. Nothing.
    Which was mistake number one. Maybe mistake number two or three, because why