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ground. His first instinct was to throw up the old defenses. Yet there was something about the way she looked that made doing
     so impossible. It might have been the setting or the fact that she was alone; either way, the surge of empathy was a foreign
     sensation, one that caught him completely off guard.
    Not having expected him to arrive until later, Adrienne tried to overcome her embarrassment at being caught in such a state.
     Forcing a smile, she dabbed at her tears, trying to pretend the wind had caused them to moisten.
    As she turned to face him, however, she couldn’t help but stare.
    It was his eyes, she thought, that did it. They were light blue, so light they seemed almost translucent, but there was an
     intensity in them that she’d never seen before in anyone else.
    He knows me,
she suddenly thought.
Or could know me if I gave him a chance.
    As quickly as those thoughts came, she dismissed them, thinking them ridiculous. No, she decided, there was nothing unusual
     about the man standing before her. He was simply the guest Jean had told her about, and since she hadn’t been at the desk,
     he’d come looking for her; that was all. As a result, she found herself evaluating him in the way strangers often do.
    Though he wasn’t as tall as Jack had been, maybe five ten or so, he was lean and fit, like someone who exercised daily. The
     sweater he was wearing was expensive and didn’t match his faded jeans, but somehow he made it look as if it did. His face
     was angular, marked by lines in his forehead that spoke of years of forced concentration. His gray hair was trimmed short,
     and there were patches of white near his ears; she guessed he was in his fifties, but couldn’t pin it down any more than that.
    Just then, Paul seemed to realize he was staring at her and dropped his gaze. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, “I didn’t mean to
     interrupt.” He motioned over his shoulder. “I’ll wait for you inside. Take your time.”
    Adrienne shook her head, trying to put him at ease. “It’s okay. I was planning on coming in anyway.”
    When she looked at him, she caught his eyes a second time. They were softer now, laced with a hint of memory, as though he
     were thinking of something sad but trying to hide it. She reached for her coffee cup, using it as an excuse to turn away.
    When Paul held open the door, she nodded for him to go ahead. As he walked ahead of her through the kitchen toward the reception
     area, Adrienne caught herself eyeing his athletic physique, and she flushed slightly, wondering what on earth had gotten into
     her. Chiding herself, she moved behind the desk. She checked the name in the reservation book and glanced up.
    “Paul Flanner, right? You’re staying five nights, and checking out Tuesday morning?”
    “Yes.” He hesitated. “Is it possible to get a room with a view of the ocean?”
    Adrienne pulled out the registration form. “Sure. Actually, you could have any of the rooms upstairs. You’re the only guest
     scheduled this weekend.”
    “Which would you recommend?”
    “They’re all nice, but if I were you, I’d take the blue room.”
    “The blue room?”
    “It’s got the darkest curtains. If you sleep in the yellow or white rooms, you’ll be up at the crack of dawn. The shutters
     don’t help all that much, and the sun comes up pretty early. The windows in those rooms face east.” Adrienne slid the form
     toward him and set the pen beside it. “Could you sign here?”
    “Sure.”
    Adrienne watched as Paul scrawled his name, thinking as he signed that his hands matched his face. The bones of his knuckles
     were prominent, like those of an older man, but his movements were precise and measured. He wasn’t wearing a wedding ring,
     she saw—not that it mattered.
    Paul set aside the pen and she reached for the form, making sure he’d filled it out correctly. His address was listed in care
     of an attorney in Raleigh. From the pegboard off to the side, she