When Derek had rushed out of the restaurant, there had been a thrum of excitement in his veins. I am going to see Emily again, he'd thought, and that had given his steps an extra boost. As luck would have it, he had made it to Haven Group headquarters just as Emily had been about to leave.
But much to Derek's great disappointment, the person whom he had seen at Haven Group had not been Emily Molson...his Emily. They'd had the same face, same eyes, same hair, same build, same everything.
But when Derek had looked into those eyes.
All that he had seen was a stranger. None of the warmth that he associated with Emily had been there. The woman's smile had been cold and harsh, lacking the softness that was always there at the corner of Emily's lips whenever she smiled. Even her walk had been wrong. It had still held a hint of Emily's confident steps. But there had been a predatory quality to it, like a snake about to strike.
