esident of the
Hansen Corporation； Ross Stephenson 。。 。Chloe stopped writing
mid…stroke。 Ross Stephenson？ Ross Stephenson？ She would never forget
that name。 Heart pounding； she glanced at the fourth member of the
panel。 He was the taller； darker one。 Was it the same Ross Stephenson？
This man was nattily dressed and impeccably groomed。 The Ross she had
known had been bearded and wore faded jeans； high boots； and a peasant
shirt of Indian cotton。 Eleven years had passed。 He might have changed。
How could she know？
His eyes。 They were the same memorable amber。 Eleven years ago they had
cut through all pretense and snagged her in the space of a breath。 They
were just as striking now…and they were looking at her。 He knew。
As all else faded； she felt shock； remembrance； pain。 Then she tore her
eyes from his and lowered them to her paper。 Ross Stephenson。
Unbelievable。
〃Are you all right？〃 Howard whispered； seeming to sense her distress。
She contemplated lying。 The society belle of New Orleans would have done
that。 But today's Chloe was too honest。 She whispered back； 〃I knew
him…Ross…a long time ago。 I never expected to see him here。〃 Or again；
for that matter； she added silently； struggling to keep her thoughts
from racing back in time。
〃He shakes you up？〃
She smiled ruefully。 〃He shakes me up。〃
〃Will you be able to go on and speak？〃
She took a deep breath。 〃I'll be fine once we get going。〃 Unfortunately；
Felix Hart continued to talk； gesticulating more emphatically than ever。
〃He's been sidetracked on the background of your pal。 Listen。〃
Chloe had no choice。
〃As many of you know；〃 F
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