Byron was good at spotting people while keeping up a conversation with the guests immediately in front of him, and he saw Emily coming over even before she said anything.
He would have recognized that face anywhere. He thought of her so many times ever since they met on the bridge, the night he came so close to ending his own life. It was almost as if she was there to save him.
With her desperate plea for help, he had forgotten his own heartache.
But he had believed this woman was too fragile and had too many problems of her own to become involved with him.
“Emily,” he said, looking happy, but in a polite and composed way, “So good to see you here. Are you looking for a dog to adopt?”
He offered his hand to shake, and Emily wondered if he was confused by her actions, first yelling at
