Valentine Wish In The Wyoming Woods
"Janine?" Janine Barton looked at the man she'd accidentally bumped into in the aisle of Sav-A-Lot. He was tall, lean and a little craggy, an outdoors type with a dusting of silver on each temple-- and then suddenly the years fell off and his face thinned and smoothed out in the memory. "Tom McGreevy?" she said, eyes widened in surprise. "My gosh, Janine, I haven't seen you in..." "Don't say it," she said. Instantly she felt bashful contemplating the good-looking middle-aged man...