12 Years After My Divorce, I Ran Into My First Love—And What Happened When Our Eyes Met Took My Breath Away

Jamie looked up like he’d been expecting me all along. His smile widened. “I wondered how long it would take.” I stared at him. “I… what?” Nothing about this made sense. My eyes dropped to the expensive watch on his wrist, then to his polished shoes, then back up to his face. “Jamie?” “It’s good to see you, Amanda.” My throat tightened painfully. “I continue reading …