They were wandering through Farmer's Market when Angela saw him - the blond
guy. He was standing across the street, in the doorway of a coffee house,
looking straight at her. Sean was several booths up, mulling over a collection
of mangoes and star fruit. She glanced his way once, then took out across the
street.

The blond guy turned out of the doorway and around the corner, heading up Pike
Street towards Century Square. She jogged across the road and followed him. He

looked over his shoulder, then picked up the pace. She pursued, until they were
both running full out. He zipped around a corner and she dogged him. She took
the 90-degree turn into an alley way, and found herself face-to-face with the
man who had been haunting her. Only now did she realize the danger she had
placed herself in.

She considered backing up, running back to Sean, but the need to know, to solve
this mystery, overwhelmed any other considerations. Before she could demand
answers, he said softly, "Hello, Angel."

Something melted inside her at the sound of his voice. She wasn't afraid, not
now. She remembered her dream of last night, the closeness she had felt with
him, the warmth.

"Who are you?" she whispered.

"I'm Jacob, remember? Sorcerer."

"Sorcerer? What does that mean? How do I know you?" She paused, scanning his
face. Her voice lowered. "Are we lovers?"

Jacob's blush began at his collar and worked its way up to the roots of his
hair. He swallowed hard, and looked away for a second before answering, "No.

No, we're not lovers." He laughed. "Not that you don't keep trying, though."

In spite of herself, Angela smiled. "Then who are you?"

"I'm your friend. You're in danger. Don't you remember? Think back to what

you were doing in California."

"I was hiking. I needed some time off from work."

"Work? Is that what he told you?" he demanded.

"What who told me?" she asked suspiciously.

"Trelawney," he spat.

She edged away. "I lost my memory. My husband has had to fill in a few details
for me . . ."

"Husband!" Jacob knew that was the story Trelawney had fed the authorities, but
he somehow never completely believed that Angela would fall for it, not the way

she felt about Trelawney. Unbidden, an image of Angela in the smarmy

Trelawney's embrace imprinted itself in his mind, and a jolt of what he would

later refuse to admit was jealousy surged through him. It was apparent to
Angela, though.

Jacob grabbed her arms. "You haven't slept with him, have you?"

She struggled to escape, finally jerking herself free. "Leave me alone! Stay
away from me, whoever you are."

She turned and ran. He went after her.

"Angel, wait!"

Passersby stared, and a couple of beefy guys blocked his path.

"Are you bothering that lady?" Behemoth Number One said to him.

"No, we were just having a little lover's quarrel." Jacob tried to move past
him, but Behemoth Number Two pulled him back.

"Well, it looks like you both need a time-out. Why don't you leave the little
lady alone." It was an order, not a question, and the question would have been

moot anyway. Angela had disappeared back into the depths of the market.

'Reunited with her loving husband, no doubt,' Jacob thought grimly.

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"Where'd you go?"

Sean put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. She was still
slightly out of breath, her face a little flushed from the sprint back. He
frowned.

"What happened?"

Without conscious thought, she lied. "Oh, I went across the road to see what
they had at the coffee shop. I had a near miss with a cyclist on the way back."

She smiled convincingly.

He grinned. "Your accident karma is piling up this week. You'd better stay
close to me from now on." He gave her a quick, unexpected, open-mouthed kiss,
then led her onward towards the fish market.

Angela's head was reeling from her physical response to his casual kiss, as well
as the emotional storm of the confrontation with Jacob. She pushed her thoughts

of the young blond man - whoever he was - away, wrapped her arm around her

husband's waist, and concentrated on the array of seafood before them. As they

strolled through the market, Sean's hand continually rubbed her shoulder, her
neck, her back, and once or twice settled for a brief caress on her hips. With
each touch, she found her thoughts of Jacob fading, and longed to be at home

where she was safe. With her husband.

But that word brought to mind Jacob's jealous accusation, and a niggle of doubt

prodded her consciousness. Why would Sean say he was her husband if he wasn't?

Well, okay, there was a rational answer to that one. But what about the wedding
photo? You couldn't argue that away. She reached down to her purse and longed
to pull her wallet out, to examine the photo, to reassure herself that reality

was what she thought it to be. She couldn't do that though, not in front of

Sean.

"Tell me about our wedding," she asked suddenly.

"What?"

"Our wedding. What was it like?"

"Hmm," he looked up to the timbered rooftop for inspiration. "Well, you were
radiant, of course. I was devilishly handsome."

They both grinned.

"My best man - do you remember Jimmy?" She shook her head. "Well, at the
reception, Jimmy got absolutely trashed, said something obnoxious to the

minister, and then mooned him." Angela shrieked with laughter, and he continued

with his reminiscences. "Let's see. The prime rib was overdone, and I had to
physically restrain you from punching out the caterer."

"No way!" She laughed.

"Absolutely! My hand to God, Angela. Of course, you were a little tipsy
yourself by then."

She smiled and shook her head. "What song did we dance to?"

"All of Me."

"Hmmm." She frowned. "Nope, means nothing to me."

"Oh, come on, you remember." He took her in his arms and danced her around in

the aisle. "'All of me! Why not take all of me? Can't you see, I'm just no
good without you.'"

His voice was awful, and they both cracked up at the sight of other shoppers staring in wonder at the pair of weirdos fox-trotting in the squid section. She punched his arm playfully.

"Stop it! Come on, just buy the stupid fish and let's go home."

He halted, looked at her and smiled.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing. I just like the way you said that." He held her gaze moment. "You're right. It's time for us to go home, Mrs. Trelawney."