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stuffed salmon,” Taylor decided.
    “Excellent choice,” the waiter told her. “Would you like an appetizer?”
    “Not this time. I want to make sure I save room for dessert.”
    The waiter smiled. “Sounds good. And you, sir?”
    Aidan ordered the braised lamb shanks, along with the most expensive bottle of wine on the menu.
    After the waiter left, Aidan reached across the table and took Taylor’s hand. He smiled at her as warm candlelight glinted off the lenses of his glasses. He was a handsome man with curly dark hair, gray eyes and fair skin.
    He and Taylor had met through her best friend, Gabby, who’d brought Aidan to one of Taylor’s concerts hoping the two would hit it off. They had, and three years later, they were still going strong. Well…relatively strong.
    “I wish I didn’t have to leave tomorrow,” Aidan lamented.
    “So do I.” Taylor smiled. “But I know duty calls.”
    Aidan sighed. “Unfortunately.”
    While Taylor would spend the next three weeks in Atlanta, Aidan would be in Washington, D.C. attending an international leadership summit and conducting interviews for his latest book on U.S. foreign policy.
    This wouldn’t be the first time the couple had to be apart from each other. As a concert violinist, Taylor spent many months of the year on tour. Though she enjoyed traveling around the world and performing to packed houses, her grueling concert schedule took a serious toll on her personal life. It was hard to maintain relationships when she was away from home so often.
    Her relationship with Aidan worked because he seemed to understand how much her career meant to her. Though he missed her when she was traveling, he rarely ever put guilt trips on her. He seemed genuinely proud of her accomplishments, and he respected her passion for playing the violin.
    Just then the waiter returned to deliver a basket of hot rolls and pour their wine. After he departed, Aidan picked up his glass and raised it to Taylor.
    “To July sixteenth,” he toasted.
    Taylor gave him a blank look. “July sixteenth?”
    “The date we both return home to Paris,” he elaborated.
    “Oh.” Taylor nodded. “I’ll drink to that.”
    Smiling at each other, they clinked glasses and sipped their Chardonnay.
    The background music was soft and beautiful, enhancing the romantic ambience rather than intruding.
    Slowly setting down his glass, Aidan murmured, “I’ve been thinking…”
    When he trailed off, Taylor prompted curiously, “Thinking what?”
    His eyes met hers. “We’ve been together for three years.”
    “Yes, we have.”
    “And we’ve been pretty happy for those three years.”
    Taylor hesitated, then smiled. “Yes, we have.”
    Aidan leaned forward, his gaze intent on her face. “So I was thinking…maybe it’s time—”
    “Oh, my God! I can’t believe it’s you!”
    Every head in the restaurant swiveled toward the source of the excited feminine squeal. It had come from an attractive young woman seated at a nearby table with a group of her girlfriends. The object of the woman’s excitement was none other than Michael Wolf, who’d stopped by her table as he made his rounds.
    The sight of Michael sent memories rushing through Taylor’s mind. He was sixteen years old when she’d met him for the first time, and even then she’d been struck by how much he and Manning resembled each other.
    As snow fell lightly from the sky that long-ago afternoon, Michael had driven Taylor home while she and Manning sat in the backseat of his father’s truck holding hands and sharing the infatuated smiles of new lovebirds. Because of that ride, Taylor would always associate Michael Wolf with the sweet innocence of her childhood romance with Manning.
    She watched now as Michael’s boisterous fan sprang from her chair and rushed around the table to hug him. His smile was warm and dazzling, eliciting a chorus of fawning sighs and giggles from the other women seated at the table.
    It was no mystery why