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He finally tracked Megan down at a friend’s house in Palo Alto. She emerged from under a cloud of jasmine vines just as he pulled up at the curb. He almost didn’t recognize her in her pantsuit and low-heeled shoes. To add to her professional look, she wore a tooled leather over-the-shoulder bag and her lips moved as if she was rehearsing something.
Was she applying for a job? Had he missed his chance? Even though she looked so different, he ate up the sight of her. Yes, she still walked with that springy stride; yes she still hunched her shoulders just a tiny bit. Yes, she was still Megan, and she still graced his world. The feeling of relief nearly overwhelmed him.
He swung out of his rental car, causing her to jump about a foot as she caught sight of him.
“Lucas? What are you doin
