CHAPTER 3
SOPHIE
I'm standing next to him now and I can't believe this is happening.
Jacob Masterson is a living, breathing statue before me.
To be honest, I never thought I'd see him again.
It wasn't too long ago that I'd slipped out of the hotel we shared, thinking I'd never cross paths with the sexy psychiatrist again. I'd expected that he'd fly home to London, take his seat in his stuffy therapist office, and forget that I'd ever been in his life.
Of course, I did the same thing.
I'd returned to New York, tail tucked between my legs, back into the cold embrace of the city I both hate and adore.
It was only supposed to be one night.
We'd both known that before we got into that bed.
But now... Now, here he is.
A ghost from a past I never wanted resurrected.
Only this ghost is
