Not even close. Charity knew her mouth hung open. She closed it and blinked several times, trying to make the man at the entrance turn into Elijah. Alex. The bastard of an ex-boyfriend who had disappeared when her mother had gotten sick. What the hell is he doing here? Samantha called her name again and Charity realized she hadn’t moved. She forced her legs to work and pasted a fake smile on her face as she headed toward Alex. He hadn’t changed much since the last time she had seen him about six years ago. His dark hair still had that sexy curl that made women want to run their hands through it and try to tame it. His brown eyes sparkled when he saw her. He wore an expensive suit. Always the guy to avoid a tuxedo. He smiled when she came within hearing distance. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Charity.” Her lips were pressed tightly together and she nodded, not trusting what would come out of her mouth.
