Libby never forgot how she met Phillip. And it never stopped her from crying when she thought of him.
It had been eight years since she'd seen him. A part of her…the teenager in her…had waited for him to come riding in on a white stallion and save her. Save them.
But it didn't happen. Not then and now she was too smart for that ploy.
Phillip's anger had sustained him through the long absence of his new bride. He returned to the area hoping that seeing her in the flesh once more would drive the haunting image of her from his memory. Libby hadn't changed.
But he had.