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as it did curved with a grin. His cheeks were lean and sculpted. At this distance, Devin couldn’t make out the color of his eyes, but suddenly she knew. They were blue. Not an icy light blue, but the fathomless midnight of the deep ocean.
    He wore a brimmed hat over his brown hair and was dressed in dark trousers, a crisp shirt and tie, and a dark blue blazer with brass buttons that ran down the placket. The uniform she recognized as United States Navy, vintage World War Two. Devin wasn’t up enough on the other details to know his military rank, but suddenly, in addition to his eye color, she knew his name.
    Gregory Prescott.
    It whispered through her mind as if someone had spoken it aloud and left her feeling as unsettled as she had after the blinding light and loud blast. She’d never known his name before. Why did she know it now when she had dreamed of him so many other times in the past?
    She must have heard it somewhere. The letter at the estate sale. It had been signed by a man named Gregory. Maybe she had even seen his face years ago, although she couldn’t recall ever bumping into him. But wasn’t that usually how people showed up in dreams, whisked to a person’s subconscious after a chance meeting in real life?
    Although she was far from satisfied with the explanation, Devin stopped caring the instant their gazes met. Awareness, interest, physical need—as always, she experienced all three in the split second it took for a grin to steal over his handsome face.
    She smiled in return and raised her hand slightly. It took only that and he broke into a run, shouldering his way through the dense crowd.
    Her heart sank. Tears stung her eyes and made her throat ache. He wouldn’t reach her. He never did. Any moment now she would find herself back in her apartment, opening her eyes to surroundings as familiar as the disappointment she always felt upon waking.
    “Devin!”
    When he called her name, however, she began to push through the revelers. As futile as it might be, she needed to try. The distance between them grew narrower and narrower. She was closer to him than she had ever been before. So close that she could see the crinkles that fanned from the corners of his eyes and make out the shadow of beard stubble on his jaw.
    Driven, feeling desperate, she reached out again, knowing that any second he would be lost to her, every trace of him gone until their next slumberous meeting. But instead of waking up in the usual tangle of sheets, she felt their fingers touch, after which their hands clasped.
    Devin cried out in surprise. The contact was not only unexpected, but seemed almost electrically charged. His eyes widened as if he felt it, too, and then his grip tightened.
    “Don’t let go!” she cried. “Please!”
    “Never.”
    When he drew her toward him, the pulling sensation she experienced was more than physical. It was as if she were being pulled through time itself. Her knees buckled, but a pair of strong arms saved her from collapsing and she found herself staring up into a face that was every bit as familiar as her own.
    At last.
    She didn’t say the words aloud, but they reverberated through her bones. She touched his cheek tentatively before resting her palm flat against his warm skin. He felt so real. So…right.
    Her response seemed to please him. He closed his eyes briefly and nodded before saying, “I didn’t think I would ever reach you.”
    Vaguely, she wondered if he was speaking of this time or in the other dreams. Before she could give it too much thought, he leaned down and his mouth captured hers in a kiss that was unhurried and desperate at the same time. Nothing else mattered at that point—not how she knew him or why the dream hadn’t ended the way it usually did. Only the man holding Devin in his arms was important, and she had to admit, for a figment of her imagination, he kissed better than any man she’d ever dated.
    Just as surely as she knew his name, however, she knew